Sie suchten nach: i want you so bad but if i like when i come (Englisch - Tagalog)

i want you so bad
dati sobrang gusto kita

i want you so bad jen
i want you so bad

i want to kiss you so bad
i want to kiss you so bad

i want you so much
i want you so bad

i want you to know how lucky i am when i have you
you don't know how lucky i am to have you in my life my love

i want to put my dick in you so bad
ang isang marumi kalapating mababa ang lipad

i want you so badly
you are my destiny

i like when i think about you boy
i like when i think about you boi

i love you so much that i want you to understand
mahal kita kaya iintindihin kitang hanggat kaya kita intindihin

what it means when i tell you i want you too much
ang ibig kung sabihin pag inikwento kita masaya sya kaya sa tingin ko gusto ka niya

im sorry if i hurt uou but i want you to know this ilove you i really really do
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are you blaming me now for behaving like me if i want you to leave me without a problem first
dapat straight duty pero pinaltan ni ate

what i like to do when i want to relax, to do in my free time
what i like to do when i want to relax, to do in my free time

confidealright i have a special reason why i contacted you and it is very urgent, i do not know your country very well because i have not been to your country i only heard a lot of good things about your country economy that is why i want you to help me introduce a business which will be good in your country to start with the money we made here in syria military camp when i retire soon and can you also teach me your language when i come?
alright i have a special reason why i contacted you and it is very urgent, i do not know your country very well because i have not been to your country i only heard a lot of good things about your country economy that is why i want you to help me introduce a business which will be good in your country to start with the money we made here in syria military camp when i retire soon and can you also teach me your language when i come?

baby your relationship status is still single and if to deciced to live it like that before we both will meet each other in good faith ,there is no big deal about it okay all i want you to know is that i love and cherish you so very much because there is something unique about you and no woman can take you place in my heart
baby your status status is still single and if to decides to live it like that before we both will meet each other in good faith, there is no big deal about it okay lahat ng gusto kong malaman mo is that i love and cherish you so very magkano dahil mayroong isang natatanging tungkol sa iyo at walang babaeng maaaring tumagal sa iyo sa aking puso

a low art [excerpt from the penelopiad] by margaret atwood (canada) now that i’m dead i know everything. this is what i wished would happen, but like so many of my wishes it failed to come true. i know only a few factoids that i didn’t know before. death is much too high a price to pay for the satisfaction of curiosity, needless to say. since being dead — since achieving this state of bonelessness, liplessness, breastlessness —i’ve learned some things i would rather not know, as one does when listening at windows or opening ot her people’s letters. you think you’d like to read minds? think again. down here everyone arrives with a sack, like the sacks used to keep the winds in, but each of these sacks is full of words —words you’ve spoken, words you’ve heard, wo rds that have been said about you. some sacks are very small, others large; my own is of a reasonable size, though a lot of the words in it concern my eminent husband. what a fool he made of me, some say. it was a specialty of his: making fools. he got away with everything, which was another of his specialties: getting away. he was always so plausible. many people have believed that his version of events was the true one, give or take a few murders, a few beautiful seductresses, a few one-eyed monsters. even i believed him, from time to time. i knew he was tricky and a liar, i just didn’t think he would play his tricks and try out his lies on me. hadn’t i been faithful? hadn’t i waited, and waited, and waited, despite the temptation — almost the compulsion — to do otherwise? and what did i amount to, once the official version gained ground? an edifying legend. a stick used to beat other women with. why couldn’t they be as considerate, as trustworthy, as all-suffering as i had been? that was the line they took, the singers, the yarn- spinners. don’t follow my example, i want to scream in your ears — yes, yours! but when i try to scream, i sound like an owl. of course i had inklings, about his slipperiness, his wiliness, his foxiness, his — how can i put this? — his unscrupulousness, but i turned a blind eye. i kept my mouth shut; or if i opened it, i sang his praises. i didn’t contradict, i didn’t ask awkward questions, i didn’t dig deep. i wanted happy endings in those days, and happy endings are best achieved by keeping the right doors locked and going to sleep during the rampages. but after the main events were over and things had become less legendary, i realised how many people were laughing at me behind my back — how they were jeering, making jokes about me, jokes both clean and dirty; how they were turning me into a story, or into several stories, though not the kind of stories i’d prefer to hear about m yself. what can a woman do when scandalous gossip travels the world? if she defends herself she sounds guilty. so i waited some more. now that all the others have run out of air, it’s my t urn to do a little storymaking. i owe it to myself. i’ve had to work myself up to it: it’s a low art, tale-telling. old women go in for it, strolling beggars, blind singers, maidservants, children — folks with time on their hands. once, people would have laughed if i’d tried to play th e minstrel —there’s nothing more preposterous than an aristocrat fumbling around with the arts — but who cares about public opinion now? the opinion of the people down here: the opinions of shadows, of echoes. so i’ll spin a thread of my own.
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