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ARRETEZ DE ME DIRE QUE JE LUI RESSEMBLE!
C'EST MEME PAS VRAI.
ARRETEZ DE ME DIRE QUE JE LUI RESSEMBLE!
C'EST MEME PAS VRAI.
Romy Schneider
# Posté le lundi 08 mai 2006 11:21
Ah.
Deviantart addict.
Thanks, romancified. ;)
Deviantart addict.
Thanks, romancified. ;)
Photo volée de mon deviantart. =O
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# Posté le mercredi 03 mai 2006 06:16
Modifié le dimanche 03 juin 2007 12:42
----------------------------------------------[ I love you mon amour. :D xD ]
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Don't forget the good times.
I'm here for you.
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Don't forget the good times.
I'm here for you.
+++Pick yourself up. +++
+++Pick yourself up. +++
+++Pick yourself up. +++
You're gonna be fine.
You're a MAN, remember? x)
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# Posté le mercredi 03 mai 2006 06:07
Modifié le dimanche 03 juin 2007 12:43
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San Franciscans would have sworn on the Gloden Gate Bridge that racism was missing from the heart of their airconditioned city. But they would have been sadly mistaken.
A story went the rounds about a San Fransiscan white matron who refused to sit beside a Negro civilian on the streetcar, even after he had made room for her on the seat. Her e×planation was that she would not sit beside a daft dodger who was a Negro as well. She added that the least she could do was fight for his country the way her son was fighting on Iwo Jima. The story said that the man pulled his body away from the window to show an armless sleeve. He said quietly and with great dignity, " Then ask your son to look around for my arm, which I left over there. "
(This takes place in the 1940s, I'm not saying SF is a racist city today.)
San Franciscans would have sworn on the Gloden Gate Bridge that racism was missing from the heart of their airconditioned city. But they would have been sadly mistaken.
A story went the rounds about a San Fransiscan white matron who refused to sit beside a Negro civilian on the streetcar, even after he had made room for her on the seat. Her e×planation was that she would not sit beside a daft dodger who was a Negro as well. She added that the least she could do was fight for his country the way her son was fighting on Iwo Jima. The story said that the man pulled his body away from the window to show an armless sleeve. He said quietly and with great dignity, " Then ask your son to look around for my arm, which I left over there. "
Maya Angelou, I know why the caged bird sings. Chapter 27
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# Posté le lundi 01 mai 2006 22:11
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