I decided to stay touring with Harry much longer than either of us anticipated but we enjoyed our time together. I still spent a lot of time alone because of his million responsibilities but it was good to be there together. Traveling, going to shows and rehearsals, squeezing in some sightseeing whenever possible, we tried to see each other as much as possible. But for the most part I hung out with his crew and worked from the road from time to time. Things were moving along quickly with my latest novel and I was having a hard time keeping up. But even being behind, I still felt so content on the road with Harry. "Fonting." Harry commented when he came into his dressing room where I was camped out editing. "You never realize how particular you are until someone suggests the absolute worst font." He started to change into his stage clothes while I tried to concentrate on anything other than the soft curve of his exposed hips. "Happily had the worst font. Debut novel and it had the most horrendous font! I'll never get over that." I commented to make him chuckle but then I closed my laptop and stood up. "Mind if I skip the show tonight? My back is killing me and I think I just need a night in." I asked as I tossed the shirt he was looking for at him. "Are you okay?" He asked seriously, balling up the shirt in his hands nervously. "I think so, just haven't been feeling too well." "Are you getting sick? Do you need something? I can get tea from the-" I cut him off with a gentle kiss, patting his cheek softly. "I promise I'm fine, just gonna go take a nap." I gathered my things while he finished getting dressed. "Okay well I'll come right back after the show. And let me know if you need anything." He stopped me at the door so he could smooth down my hair and cup my jaw, kissing my forehead. "I'll text one of your assistants if I need anything. Have a good show, knock em dead." I told him, reaching up on my tiptoes to give him a quick kiss. He was only about twenty minutes out from showtime so the arena was packed with fans who, upon spotting me, screamed and waved.
Acho que não tem nada mais oportuno para o Dia Mundial do Livro... Se as Coisas fossem mães elas encheriam o mundo de livros!!!... em todas as páginas, as ilustrações incluem livros...
🔹Se as COISAS fossem mães
🔹de Sylvia Orthof
🔹ilustrações Ana Raquel
🔹Editora Nova Fronteira
O que você tem dado e pedido a Deus todos os dias...🌸 Quem foi que disse que nossos sonhos não podem se tornar realidade... Já imaginou isso?! As realizações vão de acordo com suas metas e ideais, almeje o melhor dessa terra, Deus nos capacitou para VENCER! 💜 #imagine#dreams#deusmeuguia#jesus
Book Review Time😍 ●Name of the book: #Thenotebook
●Name of the author: #NicholasSparks
Through the book’s papers, you will find a love story started in summer times. Noah comes from simple family, love poems and plays some guitar. On the other hand, Allie’s family is known, Allie’s future is written. Allie loves to paint. The story talks the most after the couples were met again after their separation. The notebook story is narrated by an elderly man to an elderly woman. ●My point of view (spoiler alert)
It was so simple to read this novel, it took me about 7 hours to finish it, I fall in “swans and storms” Chapter I think this chapter showed how much Noah and Allie love each other.
I loved the movie more than the book, it was the first time I think that a movie is better than a book.
Quote, I loved the most “and though you may call me a dreamer or fool or any other thing, I believe that anything is possible”.
I recommend you to read this story only if there isn’t a better book to read.
THE DEPORTED CHAPTER SEVEN: KOSHER MEALS: " YO!! LET ME GET A KOSHER TRAY PLEASE?" I ASKED IN MATE SERVING GARBAGE AND SHIT AND I WANT SOME OF THAT GOOD CHICKEN BROCALI THAT JEWISH PRISONER B EATING ANY SHIT.." NIGGA!! YOU HAITIAN, YOU AIN'T NO FUCKING JEW!!" LAST NIGGA SERVING GARBAGE SAID TO ME WHILE SAYING FUCK NO THAT I CAN NOT HAVE SOME GOOD KOSHER MEALS BECAUSE I AIN'T FUCKING JEW OR TUNA FISH AND BREAD EATING MOTHER FUCKERS.." FUCK YOU THEN... DEM JEWS GOT IT EASY EVEN IN PRISON AND SHIT!!" LAST I SAID AGAIN WHILST HATING THAT I AM NOT JEWS AND SHIT THEREFORE A NIGGA GOTTA EAT TRASH WHILST WATCHING DEM JEW PRISONERS IN JAIL FOR FRAUD AND SHIT WHILE LIVING LIKE THEY IN HOLLYWOOD AND SHIT!!!! FUCK DEM JEWS AND THEIR KOSHER MEALS BECAUSE I HATE YOU MOTHER FUCKING JEWS!!!! THE DEPORTED COMING OUT 2017
We think of blood in arteries as water. But blood cells are not a water. They are intelligent life forms. The blood and nutrition supplies what your left little toe requires at this minute & is not the same requirement in any other part of your body. Therefore your body must deliver to your left little toe, exactly what it requires this minute by delivering it through blood cells. These blood cells are precisely programmed to go from your heart to your left little toe, to suffice for needs of this minute. The miracle is way beyond 100,000 pumps every day for your heart. It's that each tiny blood cell goes exactly to where it's needed and brings exactly what is needed in that part of the body at that moment. Which is highly specialized for every part of your body. Glad it's not water, because all that would do it flood your body. And that wouldn't be healthy. #NewWonderies#imagine#imaginateur#consulting#BullionGrey#notperfect#lifesastage#stageinlife
Do you guys even want imagines ? You haven't been commenting 😩😩🤔🤔 I have some , I just don't know if you guys want them or what kind you want. Do you guys want them? If you do, what kind? Please tell me 💜💖💜💖