"just do it" – 2556 rezultate
0.01 secundeMeilisearchDuca Horia
So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers, all false. The truth is that I'm a bad person, but that's gonna change. I'm going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on. Going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm going to be just like you. The job, the family, the fucking big television, the washing machine, the car, the compact disc, and electrical tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage, three-piece suite, D.I.Y., game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, 9:00 to 5:00, good at golf, washing the car,choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing gutters, getting by,looking ahead to the day you die.
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JKJohn Keats
John Keats was born on 31 October 1795 (probably), first child of Thomas Keats and Frances Jennings Keats, who had apparently eloped1. Everything was pretty ordinary for all concerned for a while--the Keatses had three more sons (George and Thomas, plus Edward who died as a baby) and one daughter, Frances, by 1803. That was also the year when John went away to school at Enfield. In 1804, John\'s father was killed in a fall from a horse. Just over two months later, for mysterious reasons, Frances remarried, to a London bank clerk named William Rawlings. Frances quickly decided she\'d made some sort of terrible error and left, taking nothing with her since the laws of the time decreed that all her property and even her children belonged to her husband. Frances\' mother, Alice, swept in and took custody of the children, but she could do nothing about the Swan and Hoop, which Rawlings sold immediately before disappearing. It was around this time that John became prone to fistfights, which...
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JMJust Me
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JMJust Me
Not ordinary...
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Just Me
Sterp
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Just A. Bunny
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Tudorica Laura Oana
nascuta: 16 iunie '85; Craiova; Inca in viata!
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GNGeorge Nasturica
just_me
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Gabriela Radoi
"i choose to choose life" (Trainspotting, 1996)
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FNfara nume
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just do it
de Adam Rares-Andrei
Motto: "Uneori mă simt ca un taximetrist: de fiecare dată când vreau să te cunosc, primesc o comandă." pentru cei mai mulți din mine, aripile legate cu sârmă într-o catedrală, nu diferă cu nimic de...
cu ochii larg deschiși
de Anghel Geicu
când cineva îți bate în țevi la cinci dimineața, ai rupt cuiul. poți să fii tu regele asfaltului, poți să fii bulibașa din ferentari, rockefeller, alain delon, oricine, când ești cu nevasta...
Disconnected
de Florin Hulubei
diminețile îmbătrâneau încet trecând prin cutele fustelor din mulțimea adunată la semafoarele cu ochi verzi, bulbucați, animalici peisajul industrial încă mutilând fața aspră a orașului altfel...
Un violenta ciclon.
de Andrei Nicolescu
1. 2. 3. Outlaw Disneyland, then. 4. Well, this IS America, and impossible IS nothing. 5. True, true. 6. Better yet, why not burn down London? Just do it, see what happens… 7. Might not be that...
e timpul
de Macovei Costel
oameni buni, cumpărați-vă foarfeci cât mai puteți si mai aveți timp, avalanșa e gata să se prăvale iar cel ce nu-și taie sforile la timp riscă să moară strivit de neputință, teamă și inconștiență...
a 3a mână
de alice drogoreanu
mă uit la un film am zis că dorm nu mai știu să fac asta mă gândesc cum eu o să fac o casă una foarte departe e drept și oricât curaj aș avea am stat cu cearceaful până la gât m-am uitat la luna aia...
Just to do it again!
de Iris Barbulescu
\"Just to it again!\" uitarea si nevroza, analiza si psihoza..intre care isi intindea ea paienjenisul. Intre ce lumi se zbatea, nealegand nici un centru de gravitatie? Nesuferita era singuratatea ei,...
Porn meditation
de Theodor Emilian Barbu
Porn has ruined it for me. I mean now I can never be with a girl who is less than perfect. Pretty just won’t do it anymore. It seems this is my curse. It’s hard even to talk to the ugly ones. That...
If
de daniel preda
If I could catch a rainbow, I would do it just for you And share with you it\'s beauty, On the days you\'re feeling blue. If I could, I\'d build a mountain You could call your very own, A place to...
Still...
de Crisan Iulian
Blood and mists Just silence… Eternal struggle between graves of time My lips are frozen My eyes, made of crystal I am made of nothing… I hear, but not your voice I see, but not your essence I feel,...