iron man i love iron i love your mom iron is for construccion
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iron creep
iron mix iron dj
iron mexico
iron jb
blow iron
job iron kill iron
bob iron
i dont know
I love you like steel loves the iron it’s made of. I love you like the grass loves the sun that energizes it. You are who I was made for, and with time, I think you’ll see we’re meant for each other – you’ll see it as clearly as I see it myself.
Iron is a substance not friendly with oxygen. Oxygen wastes iron way into rust. Rust is the direction that the human race is headed towards. We will eventually wast away into senility and, saving the best for last, death.
Strong. Hopeful. What forgotten cities are born on the back of. Resolve. I wish that I could have a resolve that is as strong as iron. Silver, glinting, like a snake. If you have this, you can go far.
It was a sunny Sunday morning as Dad and I walked to our little claim of the iron mountain. The mountain wasn’t really made of iron…Nor was it a mountain, more of a bench press.
I sat alone at the fire. I stared into it, like I was looking for an answer to all of the mysteries in my life. But that was it, wasn’t it? They were mysteries for a reason; I wasn’t supposed to know what they meant. I wasn’t supposed to figure them out. All I felt was the blood pumping through my limbs; the rest of me was numb.
I think about girls ironing their hair and the smell; like burnt toast covered in marzipan and then put back into the toaster. I wonder who they choose to burn their hair in this manner; does it make you look more attract than you really are? But then, neither i nor your suitor shall ever know, shall we?
I sit here waiting for news. I go through the motions. There is no news. Over ninety days have passed. They do not call me. I sit here waiting for news. I go through the motions. They do not call me. I feel weak but my will is iron.
Iron man saves the day again from the criminals that try to take over the world. These criminals are horribly corrupt people and eat dead babies. they deserve to be punished and put into jail for the rest of their horrible lives. This is an honest opinion. Everybody thinks Iron man is the greatest. And he actually is
i knew i was mad at him, i had no choice. I grabbed his face, slowly moved my hand by his cheek. pressed myself to him, and told him we had to stop this. i grabbed the iron and pressed it right in to his cheek. at least he wouldn’t forget me.
the bars closed in around her. she put her hands on two and gripped them as hard as she could. she couldn’t scream, she couldn’t cry, she could only stand there speechless as they walked away, leaving her in this nightmare. what had she done to deserve this? why her? she would never leave this place.
When they told her this was something that iron couldn’t fix, she was hard-pressed to argue. Looking in the mirror, she acknowledge that her face was only a shade darker than the awful eggshell wallpaper, and the semi-circles under her eyes were more gray than blue.
that bitch ruled with an iron fist. no one could stand in her way, but it’s not like anyone ever tried to. she was the stereotypical ‘mean girl’ in highschool, as far as attitude goes. instead of being a blonde bombshell, she was 5 feet of pure, brunette evil.
There was an iron on the table. The same iron my mother used every day to flatten out my school uniform, the same way that school flattened my dreams. I wish she was still here, but now I realize that without her I am forced to grow up. Forced to flatten myself out like that iron so desperately tried to do with my uniform, my dreams.
my heart is made of iron. strong, steady, but can break down at one point. i hate that you made me feel weak. i hate that i can’t go a day without talking to you. my heart of iron is melting. my heart is breaking.
my mom had a problem with a lack of iron instake… my church believes in holding to the iron rod. Iron man showing was intersesting i went with my boyfriend and my knees hurt because of the seating arrangement, it was his birthday that night. we got pulled over by a cop for coming in too late for curfew. it was 2:30 a m and it wasnt his birthday anymore…but that doesnt matter. what mattered was if he had a good birthday and that i was apart of it
hip like man
iron heart like you can’t break me
iron like i need it nutritionally and harbor it emotioallyy and wear it like skin
instead of skin
iron thoughts iron unchanging unmodlable
iron like not even human like machine
iron robot
crunching footpaths and victims
iron i wear it like skin i love the color grey it eats up and extremems
i love iron in my head why i am righting this? i dont know but anyways hello :) im bored lol ummmmmmm PORN!!!!!! sorry haha but the beginning of the world started in 1991 there was a cat that farted well you should know the rest. hufffff!!!
She pushed the hunk of metal angrily down on the piece of clothing. Running the hot piece of metal on the white over and over.
“You’re going to tear it.” He said quietly over her shoulder.
She dropped the tool on the floor.
The iron was hot on the clothes. She lay on the couch the drink rolled out of her hand spilling ice onto the floor. The fire started a few minutes later.
irons iron things out. they make curly things straight and wrinkly things smooth and sleek. why can’t we do that with our lives? why can’t there be some kind of mechanism which permits the straightening out of our lives – which soothes our worries and exhibit feelings of warmth and tenderness? we need this.
iron man i love iron i love your mom iron is for construccion
iron maiden iron facebook
iron creep
iron mix iron dj
iron mexico
iron jb
blow iron
job iron kill iron
bob iron
i dont know
I see him when I was ironing my clothes. His clothes torn, his hair rumpled. I wonder, did he just get fight with someone else? Again?
I love you like steel loves the iron it’s made of. I love you like the grass loves the sun that energizes it. You are who I was made for, and with time, I think you’ll see we’re meant for each other – you’ll see it as clearly as I see it myself.
Iron is a substance not friendly with oxygen. Oxygen wastes iron way into rust. Rust is the direction that the human race is headed towards. We will eventually wast away into senility and, saving the best for last, death.
Strong. Hopeful. What forgotten cities are born on the back of. Resolve. I wish that I could have a resolve that is as strong as iron. Silver, glinting, like a snake. If you have this, you can go far.
It was a sunny Sunday morning as Dad and I walked to our little claim of the iron mountain. The mountain wasn’t really made of iron…Nor was it a mountain, more of a bench press.
I sat alone at the fire. I stared into it, like I was looking for an answer to all of the mysteries in my life. But that was it, wasn’t it? They were mysteries for a reason; I wasn’t supposed to know what they meant. I wasn’t supposed to figure them out. All I felt was the blood pumping through my limbs; the rest of me was numb.
I think about girls ironing their hair and the smell; like burnt toast covered in marzipan and then put back into the toaster. I wonder who they choose to burn their hair in this manner; does it make you look more attract than you really are? But then, neither i nor your suitor shall ever know, shall we?
I pressed the button, felt it give under my thumb. Heard the steam whistle through the small, round holes. Heard him whimper for mercy.
There is no mercy. Not for you. This will not feel good. This. will. hurt.
The taste. It’s in your mouth.
I sit here waiting for news. I go through the motions. There is no news. Over ninety days have passed. They do not call me. I sit here waiting for news. I go through the motions. They do not call me. I feel weak but my will is iron.
Iron man saves the day again from the criminals that try to take over the world. These criminals are horribly corrupt people and eat dead babies. they deserve to be punished and put into jail for the rest of their horrible lives. This is an honest opinion. Everybody thinks Iron man is the greatest. And he actually is
The white shirt needed to be ironed, but the iron wouldn’t heat up. It had been plugged in for an hour, with no change.
Iron man—-A strong person…a hard race
Iron — what I do after washing clothes. Rather boring.
Iron — An essential mineral.
vitamin. pump it. heavy. ironic.
i knew i was mad at him, i had no choice. I grabbed his face, slowly moved my hand by his cheek. pressed myself to him, and told him we had to stop this. i grabbed the iron and pressed it right in to his cheek. at least he wouldn’t forget me.
Iron is solid. Iron is a metal. Iron is necessary to the human body.
the bars closed in around her. she put her hands on two and gripped them as hard as she could. she couldn’t scream, she couldn’t cry, she could only stand there speechless as they walked away, leaving her in this nightmare. what had she done to deserve this? why her? she would never leave this place.
What I fear is to step into a wrinkle and feel the heat as I’m ironed in.
crowbar
When they told her this was something that iron couldn’t fix, she was hard-pressed to argue. Looking in the mirror, she acknowledge that her face was only a shade darker than the awful eggshell wallpaper, and the semi-circles under her eyes were more gray than blue.
that bitch ruled with an iron fist. no one could stand in her way, but it’s not like anyone ever tried to. she was the stereotypical ‘mean girl’ in highschool, as far as attitude goes. instead of being a blonde bombshell, she was 5 feet of pure, brunette evil.
my iron fist lodged in his jaw as i pulled back leaving bloody red marks. His eyes were filled with pain and
The iron will of the most dedicated suffers in the smiple breeze of doubt. Not to mention the fact that I wear lots of wrinkled clothes.
There was an iron on the table. The same iron my mother used every day to flatten out my school uniform, the same way that school flattened my dreams. I wish she was still here, but now I realize that without her I am forced to grow up. Forced to flatten myself out like that iron so desperately tried to do with my uniform, my dreams.
iron…
like an iron rod
firm,
cold,
strong,
it supports structures
and with the right strength behind it,
can tear them down
Fuck you.
You ruled my life with an iron fist, and I’ve had enough of it.
I’m leaving you.
my heart is made of iron. strong, steady, but can break down at one point. i hate that you made me feel weak. i hate that i can’t go a day without talking to you. my heart of iron is melting. my heart is breaking.
Burning hot and searing pain filled his brain as the iron hit his skin. He bit a scream behind clenched teeth.
my mom had a problem with a lack of iron instake… my church believes in holding to the iron rod. Iron man showing was intersesting i went with my boyfriend and my knees hurt because of the seating arrangement, it was his birthday that night. we got pulled over by a cop for coming in too late for curfew. it was 2:30 a m and it wasnt his birthday anymore…but that doesnt matter. what mattered was if he had a good birthday and that i was apart of it
when she beat his chest
her fury rang
hollow-
the taste of his kiss,
metallic.
My mom always tells me I need to iron my clothes. But I’m pretty lazy when it comes to things like that…it’s going to get wrinkled anyway…yeeeep…
hip like man
iron heart like you can’t break me
iron like i need it nutritionally and harbor it emotioallyy and wear it like skin
instead of skin
iron thoughts iron unchanging unmodlable
iron like not even human like machine
iron robot
crunching footpaths and victims
iron i wear it like skin i love the color grey it eats up and extremems
i love iron in my head why i am righting this? i dont know but anyways hello :) im bored lol ummmmmmm PORN!!!!!! sorry haha but the beginning of the world started in 1991 there was a cat that farted well you should know the rest. hufffff!!!
She pushed the hunk of metal angrily down on the piece of clothing. Running the hot piece of metal on the white over and over.
“You’re going to tear it.” He said quietly over her shoulder.
She dropped the tool on the floor.
The iron was hot on the clothes. She lay on the couch the drink rolled out of her hand spilling ice onto the floor. The fire started a few minutes later.
Keeps you energetic. If you don’t get enough of it you become enimec. Being enimac means that you are really tired and cold all the time.
I was bound in iron, and tossed into the sea. I was so heavy, I sunk to the very bottom. It’s been centuries now that I’ve stopped trying to escape.
irons iron things out. they make curly things straight and wrinkly things smooth and sleek. why can’t we do that with our lives? why can’t there be some kind of mechanism which permits the straightening out of our lives – which soothes our worries and exhibit feelings of warmth and tenderness? we need this.
I have nothing to say about this word.
Nothing at all.
You iron clothes.
You need iron in your body.
That’s about all, isn’t it?
What a boring word.