The Light Keeper sits on his throne Thrown in the water when he was old All the lights that he kept Captured with fascinated delight The light that would become his hope Is hope the thing that drove him most? Mostly whiskey, then some love Lovely water, but he's alone A lonely man who watches the sea Seems the Keeper has a loan Alone on his rock with the wicked point Pointing to a lost fight Fighting for his precious light 'Light Keeper, why do you sit on your throne' 'Throwing rocks at the sea that stole'

Tussen de grote dinges des levens is er een dwalende geest die voelt en ervaart. Wat in de marge bestaat en vergetelijk lijkt, krijgt in de terugblik zijn betekenis.

Woo-hoo ik ben supersexy

Wat een fijne feestdag voor de groeipraktijk! De zon helpt een handje

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Te amo con todo mi corazón. Eres mi nutría por siempre

A page, turning, is a wing lifted with no twin, and therefore no flight. And yet we are moved.

wtf am I doing. How are you, whats your name

Yesterday was rough. Today I'm feeling fine because the sun's out.

your such a turdywinkle furry wurry cadey wadey

De Groeipraktijk is een innovatieve multi-disciplinaire praktijk rond ontwikkelings- vragen. We ‘spelen’ in op de sterktes en talenten van iedereen die zich aanmeldt. Als collega’s stralen we passie en bezieling uit voor het proces en de groei die we voor en door onze patiënten/cliënten/klanten/stakeholders bereiken. Naar elkaar toe koesteren we een liefdevolle waardering die duurzaam streven en leren aanmoedigt en dit zowel intern als extern.

Surrender was risky business, but if I wanted to be truly in this it was overwhelmingly essential.

Fuck it, ik haat iedereen

I like spending time with Franzi

Todo lo que hagas que sea con pasión

Martin is making spaces for the smart eggs of MIT

You're a space nebula far away from here You're a blood cell coming from the heart You're a piano playing tunes you've heard before You're an orange dahlia in a field of yellow sunflowers You're a cultist worshiping a washing moon You're a bookshelf full of beautiful drawings You're a stone laying on the bottom of the deepest ocean You're a haunted house that's ready to love again You're a whale singing to the endless waters You're a closet full of board games you never played You're a forest waiting for the first touch of laughter You're a pumpkin that has joined the rebellion You're an amazing person that exists right here and there You're the best of everything and the worst of what you want

Tabi Loo met Jerome. Ontvangen in rust met sjiek water.

Alfred and Solonia Johnny, William, Lizzie, Annie ,Maggie, George, Alfred, Fannie, Pearlie, Willie

Espero que hoy estas mejor !

Dance with my dogs in the nighttime

Learning to love my soul.

Licht door de ramen, je had de controle en tanden waren bijzaak.

School is kut, School is stom als die trut van frans begint over pase compose draai ik die haar nek om