I have this perfect nice and sweet guy that I can tell is into me but is too shy to say anything. But instead of becoming closer with him I shove him in the friend zone because of my so called best guy friend. I don’t understand myself. I shouldn’t call him my best friend. I can’t tell him everything that’s on my mind. Not to mention that he flirts with me while he’s having a lovely time with his girlfriend.
ITS NOT FAIR.
So
I just found a shitload of relatives from my mom’s mom’s side of the family. I can’t add them all…there are too many.
UGH
- the way I type on tumblr: omfdgd lololol rkejwhlkjdhlwkjerhwer I can't evEN WITH THESE FEELS MAN
- the way I write for class: under this assumption, it is safe to dictate in a clear and particularly concise way that the author not only felt the need to illustrate the background surrounding the mortifying, yet tragic, action that pushes forward the engaging plot, but also the background of the reader's very own heart.
The Black Death Plague Doctor:
A plague doctor was a special medical physician who saw those who had the Bubonic Plague. In the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, some doctors wore a beak-like mask which was filled with aromatic items. The masks were designed to protect them from putrid air, which (according to the miasmatic theory of disease) was seen as the cause of infection. The protective suit consisted of a heavy fabric overcoat that was waxed. A wooden cane pointer was used to help examine the patient without touching.
pictures taken by the Google Street View car cam (Utsira, Norway - Sao Joao Del Rei, Brazil - Inverallochy, Scotland - Prejmer, Romania - Saint Nicolas De La Grave, France - Capetown, South Africa)
