pascua memes

In the vast internet, there are pictures that are called Memes. Memes are basically a picture with texts on them, but in the ancient era, Memes are life itself. When there is life, there is also death, that is Meme Review. Meme Review is the taker of memes, once a Meme goes on Meme Review, its death is inevitable. The host of Meme Review, the God of Death, the taker of memes, the Supreme Being, PewDiePie. A once mortal man who has achieved godhood by killing memes. In the Cyber Era where memes are banned, a young boy will risk everything just to get ahold of the memes from the Ancient Era, the memes that were once profound is now lost, the memes that are present is mediocre. He will trek the depths of the deepweb just to get even a piece of the meme, he will go as far as to go to Realms like [Facebook & Instagram] to take back the memes that were once theirs. Come join the adventure of a young man who will gather all the memes and meet the Supreme Being, PewDiePie, to bring back the meaning of memes to the Cyber Era, to bring happiness to the people. ----------- Because nobody comented on my thread, I decided to make a novel centered around memes. Note: This is only a troll novel, I'm not gonna pursue this in the future, well, maybe.

The Book of heckin memes

It's for my Best Friend Bianca as she is going to Bangalore in 2 months and will never come back...

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a monster, that was for them, my family and friends, they were gone, because of me. I became someone who didn't deserve to be named, who deserved to be killed. to go back to another life and relive my past, it was something that one day had to happen.

Manusia membawa ikatan yang terjalin secara tak kasat mata saat terlahir ke dunia. Ikatan yang akan membawa hidup menuju jalan yang ditakdirkan, jalinan kuat yang terus menjadi bayang dimana pun kita berada. "Aku tak pernah membenci hidupku, dari awal semua sudah ditakdirkan untukku. Beruntung atau sial aku tak peduli. Ikatan itu mungkin terikat kuat, hingga rasanya sulit untuk bernapas. Tapi karena ini aku, aku tak peduli. Aku akan melepasnya dengan semua usaha yang ku punya". Saat memilih untuk berhenti berlari, bukankah lebih baik untuk istirahat sejenak?, atau setidaknya kita bisa berjalan perlahan. Tak apa, asal jangan berhenti. Karena bahagia masih menunggu dengan sabar di ujung sana.

Estos relatos, historias, pensamientos, ideas o como las quieras llamar están basados en el talento de muchas personas de las cuales he podido aprender y a las cuales he tenido la dicha de observar y conocer a lo largo de mi vida, por ellas es posible narrar estas historias, ya que me han permitido indagar, analizar sus acciones, decisiones y pensamientos; que los condujeron a tales aptos o acciones ante las difíciles circunstancias y obstáculos; algunos nombres han sido cambiados en el proceso de narración para proteger la privacidad y las verdaderas identidades de quienes son parte importante de estas historias, a ellas les agradezco por su apoyo y por haber compartido y convivido con migo atraves de los años estas historias, ideas, pensamientos, ideales, leyendas e historias personales. Algunos de los sucesos descritos son producto y el resultado de la imaginación que aún vive en mí, aunque les parezca sencillo; (redactar, narrar, detallar, recordar e idear diferentes personajes), les confieso que no lo es, para mí todo esto a sido nuevo y comprendo un poco a todos aquellos que han escrito y publicado algo en sus vidas. Esto no lo hago por sentirme superior a nadie, es todo lo contrario, al convivir con muchas personas he aprendido de ellas y siempre termino asombrado por cada una de ellas, les agradezco de corazón, porque aunque no lo crean hacen parte de mis recuerdos y estoy seguro que siempre estarán allí. Como escritor de estas sumas destacadas de letras, palabras, frases, párrafos, historias, hojas y demás, me declaro una persona parcial, porque el realizar este tipo de actividad resulta ser algo magnifico, además después de un tiempo cuando vuelva a leer o releer las narraciones aquí plasmadas, me asombrare de lo que una vez escribí. Dejare el juicio de su valor a aquellos que compartan con migo estos escritos y les pido que al final me otorguen sus apreciaciones, que yo las apreciare tal vez más que un tesoro. Atte:   ː̗̀†̣̣̇ː̖́ = D£SV= ː̗̀†̣̣̇

"andai dulu kita ga kenal, mungkin gue ga akan sesulit ini lepasin lo" -jesica "shit! kenapa gue lepasin cewe sebaik dia!" -elang _______________________ "lang lo pilih gue kan?" pertanyaan yang membuatnya menyesal telah melepaskan gadis yang berharga itu.

She gave her heart. He gave his silence. Twenty years later, she still writes to him in her mind—hoping he might read between the lines. The Past Hasn’t Passed is a deeply emotional novel about Yuli, a woman torn between what was and what will never be. Through poetic memories, flashbacks, and raw reflections, she takes the reader through a love story that never found closure. A novel for anyone who ever had to say goodbye twice—once in life, and once in their heart. And the only question that lingers, page after page: Chris… did you ever love me?

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!