Can You Build Up Tolerance To Dog Allergies

do you ever feel like breaking down?

" How do you feel today?"
Route. Broken. Tired. About to fall, as if my whole life was falling down. I want to cry, even though I have wept since I came back home. As if I did not get enough. As if it never went well. As if my only friend I had just said that I act stupid I do not want to be questioned when I'm bad. As if I had a broken heart. As if my life was falling down . As if I understood something in English, but really do not understand anything, Professor.
"I feel tired. I did not sleep yesterday "
Sometimes lies are better than the truth. Cost you less.

go to Campania, bury my head in books.
will to something, at least.

Why Does Alcohol Make My Body Ache

This fanfiction was written for the writing community Ten out of Ten.


Title: Sugar's in the air
Author: mattomero
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Genre: Comedy ,
fluff Rating: PG
Warnings: Shounen-ai .
Characters: Germany, Northern Italy.
Claim: September 10 - Strip me, Germany / North Italy.
Theme: 08. pants.
Disclaimer: The characters described here belong author, Hidekazu Himaruya.

Notes:
1. The characters created by Himaruya are merely personifications of the various nations of the world, if it may offend you ... look for another reading. XD

Sugar's in the air

must be something in the air of the first morning, it softens. Something like icing on a cake and almonds with candied fruit. Something like warm milk and buttery biscuits, chocolate and maybe even freshly baked.
Germany spends a few seconds motionless, trapped in the languor of a Sunday morning, undecided whether to open their eyes or not.

Then he wins .

The Idiot-eat pasta-a-free ride that he is standing, standing by the bed, with the elastic boxers rolled up to form at least three layers, while trying to hold onto a pair of pants.
Oh . That was it.
that he is gentle. With hands clasped the hem of his trousers, and that the curl upwards veee of disappointment that just curled his lips.

Germany flares, and saturated with blood sugar rises to the head.
more returns can not be any trace of eroticism in the expression of joy, but the stomach jumps and twirls and whirls like a washing machine, even if you have not washed, ie, eaten anything.
It's just that Italy is so stupidly self that becomes irresistible, and he can not do anything but rise.
Rising and get close to him and look into his eyes and with intensity and pointing out that the damned pants continue to fall for her because they are , goddammit.

Final notes:
No. Comment.
That is, for me the two of them are so, period. Uh ... I think.

The Art Of Stretching

enough, really

I tried in every way, really.
I was myself, and would not do.
Then I tried to be what I thought him to be fine, but it was no good anyway.
I twisted my whole personality, I heard songs that appealed only to him, I pretended to be what was not. I started smoking between now and soon, if someone had told me that I would be shot with that.
But it did not do anything. None of this is served. I have not served. And I still do not. Not needed, not a servant.

It hurts to see that embraces the other?
know, laugh, if you now did not make so much hurt. You had asked me, R., only a few months ago. not it hurts to see that embraces the other?
really laugh, really.
It does not hurt, R, to see that he likes you and you do nothing to stop this?

Yes, it hurts.
Damn. I know how it will end, eventually you'll hate to not be twice Costetti to hate him. Not do it, you know.

What is he to you, anyway?
What made me smile too when they fall apart. What saved me when I could not be saved. What made me feel good and happy and I was screaming to the world my happiness.
But now there's nothing else like that. Now he is the one that hurts.

the hell, seriously.

Lidocaine Before Brazilian Wax

that shit.

I put the layout some time ago because it did. Today
eloquence are frightening, really. I'm sending to this country half a world and I do not know what happened to me, if I woke up with the moon across or if it's just a normal reaction to my schifido vote.
short.
Ah, I think the guy I like like my only friend. What a shit.

okay, the truth is that I have nothing to say, I'm sorry.
xoxo, El

Pldt About Diconnection

some things never change

Until a few minutes ago I was bent over the drawer beside his desk and I was throwing away most of my life.
My trash has become full and I almost feel bad. Why is it sad to see that some things do not change even after years.
'Love is just a constant disappointment, peppered with great moments'
write it to thirteen years and is ugly stupid to think that this belief has not changed. Then I had a broken heart and if anyone ask me, I can not describe that period. Because this period is a total blank for me, I can not remember it.
'The tales are nothing but illusions and believe we will only hurt'
But why change anything, even growing up?
I've changed, I grew up, I stopped listening to the songs of High School Musical, I stopped reading books for girls Overall, I stopped being a nerd.
But some things never change.

Heartburn After Taking Ibuprofen

XD This fanfiction was written for the writing community Ten out of Ten.

Title: Breakfast time!
Author: mattomero
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Genre: Comedy ,
fluff Rating: PG
Warnings: Shounen-ai .
Characters: Germany, Northern Italy.
Claim: September 10 - Strip me, Germany / North Italy.
Theme: 06. shirt.
Disclaimer: The characters described here belong to the author, Hidekazu Himaruya.

Notes:
1. The characters created by Himaruya are merely personifications of the various nations of the world, if it may offend you ... look for another reading. XD

Breakfast time!

The table has a strange shape, this morning. He is tall, vaguely anthropomorphic and wearing a pair of green boxers squared.
Oh, yes, and a shirt hanging from all sides.

Germany rubs his eyes, still sleepy, and I look better realize the scene Feliciano is only sitting on the kitchen table with a plate of pasta on her knees as a child and the air-more-happy-the-world.
Oh, yes, and a shirt hanging from all sides.
"Italy ...?"
The young man in question is dangling her bare legs with love, while chewing and send virtual hearts everywhere. "Germany, Germany! I'm having breakfast! "
's making breakfast. With a pasta dish in the oven - the day before, in hindsight - and his shirt on. It was woke up before him.
Other than the table, it is precisely here that the world has taken a strange turn.
"And this ...?" He asks finally giving him what he looks more like a circus tent.
"It is so because," replies Italy, his voice full of a (very stupid) happiness, "there's the flavor of the pasta and the smell of Germany, and everything becomes better! "
Ludwig silent blazes and bad, it is unlikely embarrassed the idea that, along with the pasta on heated moment, Feliciano is also enjoying him.
"Germany, Germany! If you want to try it too? "
And suddenly stops, his face frozen in a mask of terror and disgust.
... No. Gra. Aunts. "

Final notes:
Now, do not ask how you can dangle your legs "with love" I know it is highly absurd, but think of Venice I think it came naturally. XD He is ... too sweet. \u0026lt;3
E Ludwig continues to pass through perverted, in my hands (XD), so support it! *-*

Edit 15/03:
What I always forgot to report this abomination fluffloloso above is all about (you did, I'd say XD) of Kill Hannah. He told me, yes.

Love I see your
earrings
you among us with the shirt is my
I see us on a table and you eat while you

escaped a fine line that I could lose

... I've lost, I lost you.
Nothing - Kill Hannah, to be precise.

Now, tell me if it is pure poetry. * __ *

Bangor Maine Gay Bars

Written for the writing community Mezza_tabella .



Title: Dust
Fandom: Letter Bee (Tegami Bachi).
Torque: Gauche Suede / Lag Seeing.
Prompt: 45. Illusion.
Rating: PG .
Abstract: The last dream has crumbled, vanished.
Warnings: Shounen-ai .
Note: The vein shounen-ai is so small (even bringing the whole matter to the manga) that can also be regarded as a friendship, in my opinion.
Link to set: So long, crybaby.

Dust

'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly
But I'll miss your arms around me
Owl City - Vanilla twilight

The ultimate dream is crumbling, vanished.
Thus he has foolishly hoped to be able to grasp, already? So easily? so bitter is the disappointment which now falls. So deep is the sleep where you drop.
But sleep is a mere memories - no dream the comfort you, because every dream has already been wiped out. Memories will warm the chest.

And there was a blanket that smelled of earth, dragged into a rattling pebbles, and the illusion of a sun shining.
shone so much more, gathered in tears that he shed, the smiles he received.

"Gauche ..." A child suspicious that opens eyes in the dark.
"I'm here." And a boy that shakes their hands.

That last dream was crumbling. There must be entry dust in the eyes.

Notes:
I almost dream, I fell asleep while listening to the OST Gravitation (Shuichi and Yuki love theme ). I do not know why, but when I write about Lag I feel fresh, and then, looking at what I wrote, it seems to me an old-fashioned stuff and not at all poetic, and then I feel stupid. XD
But God is too much fluff Lag.

Sharpening Skates Diy

Directly from Mezza_tabella for you ... XD


I mean, I've tried. I swear that I tried, but nothing, I could not resist.
And it's all YouTube's fault, because power to make and post videos on Letter Bee (*__*), I started to lose your way. So, if I was playing well, slowly I'm lost in the street, and before beginning a yaoi video that should be used only to make fun of me (as I see it everywhere \u0026lt;3), but then I He takes her hand. Then, one that - at least my intention - had absolutely nothing to yaoi, and the first and only comment was " gauchexlag ftw ~ ~ . Ie. So it is in my genes, I say, in my DNA! So
beccatevela, 'table is strictly shounen-ai.

Hoping to approve the claim, of course. XD

So long, crybaby

01.	Goodbye.	03.	Hope.
11.	Charter.	20.	Amaro.
21.	Leather.	25.	Awakening.
28.	Tears.	39. Hot	.
45.	Illusion .	47.	Latte.

APPROVATOOOOO HAVE! * * Jumps indecorously

Selling Human Organs Pros And Cons

Let it snow ~

Title: Let it snow ~
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Dominique Weasley, James Potter Sirius
Rating: Green
Genre: Romance
Introduction: I was dying frozen, my hands were hurting me from the cold, but I did not care. I looked up into the sky, watching the snow. I liked, she was beautiful. Those snowflakes were like me, small and fragile and made me feel alright. Under the snow, I felt fine. I felt myself.
I was not interested in the cold, it was just a side effect.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter is not mine, unfortunately. Eh, I know. I'm doing the habit.
Personal Note: very stupid story, born of a moment of inspiration this morning, while my hands were frozen. Know that I have never seen snow * smile *

(Snow, snow, snow )

Can Ringworm Lay Dormant In Bloodstream?

This fanfiction was written for the writing community Ten out of Ten.


Title: Pink!
Author: mattomero
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Genre: Comedy ,
fluff Rating: PG13 (just in case: D)
Warnings: Shounen-ai .
Characters: Germany, Northern Italy.
Claim: September 10 - Strip me, Germany / North Italy.
Theme: 07. T-shirt.
Disclaimer: The characters described here belong to the author, Hidekazu Himaruya.

Notes:
1. The characters created by Himaruya are merely personifications of the various nations of the world, if it may offend you ... look for another reading. XD
2. Again these characters possess its name "human" but, in the case of Italy (split into two characters by the author, South Italy and North Italy - to emphasize how many centuries for our two "sides" have remained divided ), there is more of a name to which you can refer to. Northern Italy is shown by Himaruya (and Hetalia of the anime) as Italy Venetian, while his real name is Feliciano Vargas.

Pink!
[think the worst is beautiful!]

Feliciano wearing that shirt candy pink like a trophy, gloating in his tight shorts. Short and tight - very tight, damn tight. Uh, if they are tight.
course, the t-shirt itself is a bit 'a punch in the eye, but all the rest perfectly compensates this small lack (good taste): the legs, for example - two excellent athletic legs, but soft.
"Ludwig"
and arms, face and skin so soft and sweet ... more Yes, well, soft.
's all perfect.
"Ludwig ... If you want to do a lap ? "When
pronounce those words, while using all the clarity that still remains, in Germany it is impossible not misunderstand the message.

Final note:
The pink jersey and the "scene" are of course referring to the Tour of Italy.
Poor Doitsu, always passes through my hands for a pervert! On the other hand, for a guy in Finland where Santa brings a present of erotic magazines ... XD

Difference Between Full Board And Half Board

not understand a tube, but hurray!

What does it mean to be good?
When I Was A Child, I thought I knew. It was easy, then.

Muaaaaah, I got books!
Tremble, my obsession is back * evil laugh * *

back to read *

ah, sooner or later I will write everything I've done the trip yesterday, but now I do not want. They are too taken either from not understanding a word of what I'm reading.

xoxo, El

Mana Curve Calculator

i can be a loser, But You are really stupid

I never thought to be a loser only because I have different tastes from his, despite his attempts to make me believe. Because this is what she does, she's good. Wants you to believe that you are a lousy loser if shipp pairs different from his.
But I do not consider myself that.
at all and that is enough, you know.

xoxo, El

(visa, changed layout!)