Chère Michel
Je vous écrite cette lettre parce que je veux que tu saches que tu es la personne la plus importante de ma vie même si c’est cliché. Parfois je me demande pourquoi je vous aime tellement. Mais la réponse et simple, nous sommes les mêmes. Tu penses comme moi et tu as le même humour parce que nous sommes les seules personnes qui pensent nous sommes drôles. Tu m’appelles toujours ‘beautiful’ et ‘princesse’ et comme ça je me sens vraiment une princesse. Je le connais maintenant quatre mois, mais pour moi ça ne semble pas quatre mois parce que temps et vous sont deux choses contradictoires. Beaucoup de filles veulent un homme qui tient un parapluie au-dessus de leur tête quand il pleut, mais ce n’est pas mon rêve. Je veux un garçon qui vole mon parapluie et qui saute dans des étangs pour me faire mouiller. Ensuite il m’embrasse avant j’appelle que je suis mouillé. Et sais-tu que cet garçon et toi, et je suis très fortuné.
Bisous Chère Michel
Je vous écrite... | You have been hereby ordered, under command of the Inquisitor, to go to Samson 4 of the system 670 in the Calix's Sector and find and collect the remaining tariffs owed by the planetary government, equaling the amount of 100,000 Throne Gelt, so say the Inquisitor under the Imperor. Glory to the Imperium and may the God Emperor live long. You have been hereby ordered,... |
7 June 1916
My dear Esebella,
I'm writing you this letter tonight because it may be the last chance i get to. I want to tell you about the little world i have came into. You need to know about what it has been like living in these dreadful trenches.
Morning starts as a new day 7 June 1916
My dear Esebella,... | Mother,
Brother Matthew told me you were found by German Soldiers and killed but I know you are still alive.
Mother when you read this please come and find me.
Please Mother, I cannot take anymore beatings from Brother John. I have already snapped 4 canes in the last month. When you get this please write to Brother Matthew, come and collect me so we can be together again Mother I miss you
Your loving daughter, Rose
Mother,
Brother Matthew... |
Hello, it's me Tom Robinson. I just want to apologize for everything. The rape? That wasn't me I promise. I would never hurt a innocent woman especially that I have a family and wife back home. My whole life growing up to being discriminated by others wasn't as easy as you think. I had to hear it daily. Then sitting here in this jail cell just makes me think. I just want to apologize for everything and I hope your able to accept my apology. Sincerely, Tom Robinson Hello, it's me Tom Robinson... | Dear Mr. McBuckton,
You must be an IDIOT to want to be a warden up here.
First off it's FREEZING cold its always windy and rainy, did you not wonder why we all stay in crofts WITH our animals... it's to keep us warm. You wont cope!
Secondly we all live close together as clans and ALL clans are crazy. We stick up for each other so if you effect one of us, you effect all of us, and we will come down on you like a hurricane. Even the king encourages us to fight because it will help if we are ever attacked!
Finally our clans have no respect for law and order. We legally steal cattle (Reiving), although that can be quite risky as it is also legal kill those who have stolen from you (A 'Hot Trod')Also we don't like you wardens, my clan (The McHulme Clan) Once killed a warden,we cut of his head and used his hair to tie his head on to our horse.
Consequently you are stupid to want to be a warden you wont like it one bit.
Sincerely
The McHulme Clan Dear Mr McBuckton,
You must... |
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STAY AWAY FROM... | Eddy.
I am sure you have heard more than a few terrible rumors about me recently.
As soon as I am able I will personally be there to assure you of their falseness, but there is much I have to do first.
I love you. Please know that.
-Carl Kindle Eddy
I am sure you have... |
Arabella,
I don't have to time to explain why but we can not speak or associate with each other for a short time
No it is nothing you did and I am not going on a zealous tangent.
People have been saying rumors about us and I fear if we are seen together it would only fuel them.
This is only until things die down. Hopefully it will be soon.
-Overseer kindle Arabella,
I don't have... | Dear Alexander,
I guess by now, if you are reading this then I have passed on. All of my war memories are here in my helmet. I promised your grandmother before she died that I would share my war memories with somebody that is interested in listening to me. It is to difficult for me to talk about my memories so I hope that everything here will teach you what war is like and I hope it will answer all your questions. I hope you will never encounter the horrific things war brings. In this collection, you will find letters that I sent back to my mother. You will find some of her letters as well. You will not find all of them because some I kept just for myself. You will find the very poster I used when I went to the recruiting office in Edmonton and you will find our victory poster from when we took Vimy. Everything here is for you. I hope you understand what I am telling you and that you will cherish all my belongings.
Love,
Grandpa Dear Alexander,
I guess... |
You think I’m that easy to kill?
Come Find Me.
-You Know You think I’m that easy to... | Linux Unser,
Der Du bist im Kernel,
Geöffnet sei Dein Swap-File,
Dein KDE komme,
Dein Bash-Command geschehe,
Wie in Red Hat so auch in Suse.
Unser täglich Login gib uns heute,
Und vergib uns unsere zu kleine Festplatte,
Wie auch wir vergeben Dir Deiner Installation.
Und führe uns nicht in die Kernel-Panik,
Sondern erlöse uns von Microsoft.
Denn Dein ist das Netz
Und die Festplatte
Und die Stabilität
In Ewigkeit
Enter! Linux Unser,
Der Du bist... |
Linux Unser,
Der Du bist im Kernel,
Geöffnet sei Dein Swap-File,
Dein KDE komme,
Dein Bash-Command geschehe,
Wie in Red Hat so auch in Suse.
Unser täglich Login gib uns heute,
Und vergib uns unsere zu kleine Festplatte,
Wie auch wir vergeben Dir Deiner Installation.
Und führe uns nicht in die Kernel-Panik,
Sondern erlöse uns von Microsoft.
Denn Dein ist das Netz
Und die Festplatte
Und die Stabilität
In Ewigkeit
Enter! Linux Unser,
Der Du bist... | Bucaramanga, octubre 13 de 2014
Querida tía,
Espero estés bien. Ahora que todo es tan rápido gracias a Facebook, quería enviarte un mensaje de cariño que fuera distinto. Mi madre dice que las cartas hechas a mano tienen un significado especial y se guardan para siempre, no como los mensajes electrónicos. Por eso, en un día tan especial como hoy en el que todos te recordamos, quería decirte que te amamos y extrañamos mucho y esperamos verte pronto.
Tu sobrina favorita,
Isabella
P.D. ¡Nos vemos en diciembre! amor |
À mes descendants.
Je ne sais pas qui vous êtes. Je ne sais pas ce que vous deviendrez. Je n'ai pas, comme ceux qui vous ont élevés jusqu'ici, accompagné vos premiers pas et je ne connais pas vos visages. Mais vous êtes de mon sang, et je ne connais rien de plus merveilleux. Surprenant d'ailleurs que je vous parle de votre future naissance alors qu'à l'heure où vous me lisez, vous avez probablement mon âge...
Mon nom est Madael. Ce jour où je vous écris, je viens d'abandonner mon poste de roi pour sauver mon pays. Madael vous évoquera probablement le premier roi d'Endrilion, probablement moins le dernier souverain légitime qui gouverna avant la guerre contre la Déléane. Pour vous, il s'agit sans doute d'une vielle histoire, et pourtant vous allez être tenus de la prendre en compte.
À vous, à tous mes descendants, j'ai légué deux pouvoirs. Le premier est moindre et conditionne le second. Il s'agit du pouvoir du transmission. Par celui-ci vous léguerez à votre aîné sifflet mais leur permettrez aussi d'avoir le don que caractérise notre lignée. Si vous lisez ce message, c'est que vous-même l'avez déjà: le Don d'ailes. Du temps de votre génération, vous serez le seul et l'unique à le détenir, et à l'utiliser dans le but suivant: vous lancer en quête du trésor royal.
Ce trésor, c'est pour nous une occasion unique de réinstaller notre dynastie en Endrilion, en misant à la fois sur l'effet de surprise et sur une alliance avec d'aitres puissances. À mon époque, cela n'aurait pas été possible. Quelques décennies sont nécessaires pour que les esprits s'apaisent; j'ose croire que c'est maintenant chose faite et je vous demande donc de vous soumettre au plan de nos premiers ancêtres ont conçu pour nous. il consiste en une quête simple: retrouver le trésor et l'utiliser pour renverser l'usurpateur. Le sifflet qui accompagne ce message vous aidera à point nommé, si vous savez vous en servir. Jusqu'à ce moment-là, vos ailes seront vos plus fidèles alliées. À vous d'exploiter au mieux vos ressources pour le retrouver. Courage, astuce et réflexion sont dorénavant vos maîtres mots.
Vous allez vous mettre en route aussitôt que possible. Gardez le secret sur vos pouvoirs, impérativement. À mes descendants
Je ne... | March, 1882
We begin the ceremony as Mario instructed, according to that described in his book, De Vermis Mysteriis. A fire is set in the fireplace and a pentagram chalked on the floor, marked with appropriate symbols and illuminated by two black tapers placed near the center flanking the piece of amber with its entrapped spirit. The others sit in a circle whilst I, the designated "Watcher" who guards for malevolent spirits, sit in the far corner of the room.
Mario throws a handful of powder in the fire, producing an evil-smelling smoke and dampening the flames which now burn a sputtering green and brown. Those seated begin the Latin chant Marion Allen has translated from his book.
After nearly two hours I see a trail of smoke circling up from the piece of amber. It's surface seemed to bubbling, melting. Could this be it? Have we finally achieved success? I can see a form--
It is the following day. We have finished with our plans and have sworn a pact to never speak of what happened last night. We have satisfactorily explained the death of Robert, and in some manner the madness of Harold. The sherriff accepts the explanation of a carriage accident--we planned it well. Robert's neck was broken in the fall, we told him. Harold struck his head on a rock when the horse's leg broke and the carriage rolled. Would it be that it was only that. For the rest of us, we will be forever changed by what we saw last night.
The thing formed in the center of the pentagram, shapeless, nearly invisible. Its terrible voice should have given us a clue but we were foolish. It spoke, then Marion cast that damned powder on the spirit, the Dust of Ibn-Gahzi he calls it, and that's when we could see it.
Words cannot describe the faceless thing with a thousand maws. It roiled and bubbled, never fully revealing itself. So terrifying was its aspect that I sat as though frozen to the floor, the pen falling from my nerveless fingers. Cecil and Marion seemed as lifeless as I, while a short, sharp cry issued forth from Crawford's mouth. Robert, however, rose to his feet and before anyone could stop him, stepped forward as though to embrace our horrible guest. With its arms or appendages that seemed like arms, it took hold of poor Robert and twisted his head around as though it were a doll's head. The lifeless corpse was then thrown back in Harold's lap and that's when he began that damnable shrieking--the shrieking that hadn't stopped even after we handed him over to the sheriff's men.
We still had a chance, apparently. Marion believes that if we had kept our whits about us, we could have reversed the chant and eventually forced back the creature to wherever it came from. But Crawford panicked and, mistakenly beliving it would dispel the creature, reached forward and destroyed part of the pentagram, breaking its effectiveness. Released from that binding symbol, the thing--with a screech that could have only been unholy satisfaction--fled the house, disappearing out the window as a roaring, screaming wind of boiling color.
Marion believes that the thing could still be destroyed, or at least dispelled, but none of us have the stomach for such an undertaking. It is believed that the spell we cast inextricably binds the thing to the house and it is true that when we went back a few days later to retrieve our things, we heard it bumping around in the attic overhead. The warding signs carved cheerily by Marion in earlier times--happier times it seems--apparently are effective and bar the thing entry except into the attic of the house. March, 1882
We begin the... |
Drahy nasi hostia,
posielam Vam menu na podakovanie za urody.
Japonske vajcia
Hokaidovy krem
Taska z barana
Jablka po zure
Pridte hladny a teste sa aj na slubovanu tombolu.
Tesime sa na Vas.
Duri a Iva menu | Once Upon A Time there was a woman named Ever Hall, and a man named Laurent Adams. Once Upon A Time there was... |
Dear Siegfried Sassoon
I just wanted to thank you for making me famous I wouldn't be famous if I had not met you in August 1917. Did you ever know why I wanted to write poems?, I wanted to write poems because I believed that the war was being fought for a cause and I wanted to protest and show the civilian conscience what I feel and hopeful the public will see the need for peace and negotiations with my poems, the reason I feel a mixture of anger also when writing this poems and angry at the cruelty and waste of war. Did you know when i was enlist in the army in 1915 I was thinking of running away but no I had to fight for my country and in the same year when I meet you in January 1917 I began my service on the Western Front a terrifying place and apparently after the war when I left I was diagnosed with shellshock and nobody believed me I didn’t have shellshock. Before all of this I started my poetry carrier as teenager and after that I was a teaching assistant after l leaving school I just wanted to be a teaching assistant and after that in 1913 I became a language tutor in France
From Wilfred Owen
Sorry this letter took so long but Wilfred Owen was killed while attempting to lead his men across the Sambre canal at Ors on 4 November 1918 at the age of 25. Can you please attend his funeral on 18 March in Oswestry, Shropshire which was where he was born.
Dear Siegfried Sassoon
I... | Life has chosen us to be together <3 Hey |
Vertshuset meny:
Øl 2sp
Middag 3sp
Honningmelk 1sp
Overnatting i enkeltrom 7sp Vertshuset meny:
Øl 2sp
Middag... | Eventyrere.
Vi ber dåre vennligst å melde dere til meg så fort som mulig. Det er et viktig oppdrag. Byen og landet trenger dere.
Borgermesteren Eventyrere
Vi ber dåre... |
Good sir Julien, first of your name, ruler of the Cuyp-lands, master of science and dear friend,
Although both the Palestian and Ukrainian unrests have mitigated, and our former friend James is finally undertaking the steps necessary in order to destroy those hysterical peasants of the Islamic State, the last few months have once again proven that this modern world is hardly functioning and in desperate need of proper and royal leadership. Peasant lands are burning, or about to be burned. Society cries for help and calls upon the old ways, that we both so rightfully defend and cherish, for solutions.
With power vacuums popping up like unwanted children among the poor, the royal chances have turned and we must therefore seize this opportunity to regain control of all the peasants! Whilst these developments constantly wander my alcohol corroded mind, your recent achievements have brought a long awaited calmness. A proper scientific title was added to a long list of royal and noble ranks. Furthermore, a fresh contract was signed ensuring long term prosperity. These accomplishments have emphasized your leadership capabilities, which will most likely enable us to overthrow the peasants once and for all.
In short, you, good sir, have once again proven that you are a magnificent bastard. Your endeavours must be celebrated! It is my royal duty, but my pleasure and honour above all, to ascertain that a royal Lynchfest takes place. The fest is set at October third, and my royal palace will humbly serve as decor. Peasants will amuse us, midgets will sing, our queens will jabber and we drown ourselves in the divine lemonade we came to love.
Cheers.
P.S. The peasant carrying this message is a gift of mine, he will serve you with the uttermost humbleness.
Invitation | Bib, do you know about miracle? I just want to tell you that you are a miracle and I like believing that. One thing I will never regret is the day I am asking you, “do you want to be my girlfriend?”. Hehe. And I am so happy about how you excited and you were like, “Anak kita keriting dong..” Hahaha. Because I love you Bib. I love you so much. And I love the way you describe us as “have known each other from a long time, from the life before this”.
Before I met you, I only can dream about a girl that can love me like I do, and you make my dream come true.
I only can imagine to be able to experience a love like in a romantic movies, and you have given me one.
And miracle happens to me. Yes, I now believes miracle exists in this world. You are the example of miracle. At least for me :)
I love that we have been connected since we haven’t know each other.
I love the way you improvise when i did something weird to you. The choo-choo train moves when we were in Jogja.
I love that you always make time for me.
I love the way your body moves when we kished.
I love the way you make me laugh.
I love the way you do “the jelly”
I love the way you encourage me.
and
I love that you are mine.
And I hope this will last forever.
Yours,
Adri Bibib.
XOXO
100th 6th months |
For you, Jessica Pilmer
This is my warm nd Fuzzy Warm and Fuzzy | My love,
I am going to try my best to explain how I feel about you, it still wont conpare to how I really feel but that I just can't fully explain. But I will try my best to explain it... I Love You!. One of my favorite things about you is your eyes. They are the first thing I see. Yours eyes look into my soul and make me fall in deep love with you. Like I told you I am a sucker for brown eyes. I love the way your eyes light up when you talk or smile. And dont even get me started on you amazing smile. I absolutly adore you Jahzzel. I hear your voice and I just melt and when you laugh it just steals my heart. It's. Crazy how fast I fell for you but I know it is true that I am in Love with you. I feel it when we talk or when we skype. I look at all the pictures you sent me and I just fall deeper and deeper in love with you. Truse me my love I will not hurt you because I really do love you. I havent even met you and yet I am crazy in love with you so that shows you I love you. I don't care if we live far I will still be faithful to you and wont give up on our love. I love you so much and I want what we have to last. If you will let me then I would like to love you forever until the end of time. I want to be.the girl who stays and who will show you real love. I want to give you the love you deserve. I cant wait till I visit you and can tell you I love you in person. Will you let me love you forever babe? I promise I wont hurt you. I will love you an keep your heart safe forever.
Love,
Your baby girl My love,
I am going to try... |
I do not know if your feelings are true but i do know mine are quite strong for you more an more each passing day you don't let my smile fade away I can not wait until we meet as we walk down the street the snow will fall an so will i as we go run away and hide In our cabin away from here lets only have a few more beers, well dance and sing an laugh all night, Just don't forget to hold me tight, i want your heart to show it love you were sent to me from up above. you are my stars u are my light an i hope you don't make fun of my height ^·^ ill stand upon my tippy toes to kiss you softly upon your nose I do not know if your feelings... | MANUAL PARA PROJETOS COMPLEXOS
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....See that person, that when ever you talk to, they make you smile,
For the longest while,
That you find yourself daydreaming
And just simply thinking
About your conversation?
See that person that sometimes you catch yourself thinking about,
secretly grinning and sighing about,
And you know without a doubt,
There's nothing you can do to stop it,
Because you're just that happy?
You don’t know the half of it...
:) because we are weirdly special... | Once upon a time, there was a young and gorgeous Arab boy called Mahmarad Rahab Al Karahman. This Arab boy was not like any other Arab boy in his town of Muljah, he wanted to be something different. He wanted to se the world, to mean something.
One day when he went to Malta, he ate food. And he died of food poisoning. Arab |
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