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[qualiteeproject-blog]

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[digitulheaven]

Trackside attractions Running around the infield looking for my lost credit card SMH

[dziewczyna-z-pasja-blog]

Jestem jednym z milonów kierowców BMW.... a oto moja historia :)

Jestem jednym z milionów kierowców BMW a oto moja historia: To nie tak że od dziecka wiedziałam że to kocham. Zawsze gdzieś podświadomie czułam więź z motoryzacja , ale co ma zrobić dziewczyna która ma 4 braci. Samochody mimo mojej woli przewijały się przez całe moje życie , a później ta upragniona chęć posiadania prawo jazdy i czekanie na te 18lat by tylko poczuć to czym tak wszyscy się w moim otoczeniu zachwycali.... Radość z jazdy samochodem.

I w końcu jest ten moment.... wsiadam do auta , mówię tu o momencie kiedy miałam swój pierwszy samochód i byłam niezależna i właśnie wtedy poczułam że to miłość która będzie mi towarzyszyć do końca życia. Nie od razu wiedziałam że będzie to miłość właśnie do BMW i chyba w życiu bym nie wybrała tej marki bo wcale nie miałam o niej wtedy tak dobrego zdania jak dzisiaj. Zapytacie co się zmieniło a ja pamiętam ten dzień.... Kiedy mój chłopak . Zamiast Audi na lawecie przywiózł BMW E46 byłam zła i pomyślałam że nic dobrego z tego nie będzie. a później wszystko się zmieniło i było mi wstyd że tak myślałam o kierowcach BMW . Zakochałam się w tym aucie , nie potrafie tego opisać jak by zadziałała jakaś magia na którą nie masz wpływu... To tak jak czasami spotykasz na swojej drodze jakąś osobę i nie lubisz jej z całego serca , a jednak się w niej zakochujesz i tak było ze mną i BMW.

Powtarzaj mi często... nie przywiązuj się do rzeczy, ale kiedy sprzedawaliśmy E46 serce ściskało mi się jak by ktoś zabierał mi najlepszą rzecz jaką miałam. Rozstawałam się ze swoją pierwszą samochodową miłością. Ale później było już tylko lepiej..... BMW E24! Nasza perła nad perły która potrzebuje całego naszego serca. I E30 która namieszała trochę w naszym życiu. Zmieniła wiele.... bo zmieniliśmy przy niej wiele , tyle wspomnień i chwil jakie nam przyniosła zostaną z nami do końca życia , nowe znajomości, tyle pozytywnej energii i słowa pochwały za to co kosztowało nas tyle wysiłku (bo nie przyszło nam to łatwo) wynagradzają nam ten cały trud który wkładamy w naszą pasje. I wiecie co warto spełniać marzenia ciesze się że gdzieś tam na mojej drodze stanęła właśnie pasja do BMW i zatrzymała się na dłużej. "kiedy pasja staje się życiem , wtedy życie staje się pasją "

Jestem jednym z milionów kierowców BMW i to moja historia :) <3

[malvens]

Francilia! Wi mesye Michel Mete cha degè a deyò pou mwen, neg pral kraze yon zòn la! Gaz mèt monte m pa pèrrr! #BMWP

[dean-chevyonthelevy-blog]

The anchor in my soul||Writing Prompt|'humanity'

There were a lot of reasons why hunters continued their jobs. Sex, travel, love, revenge, power, the pure thirst to kill. Hunters die off quicker than you could count to three, but there were more hunters that go insane, that give up, than you could possibly imagine. That was because they were missing one little thing that some hunters gained over the years. No, not experience, not love, not millions of dollars. Humanity. Priceless, valuable humanity. Whether it was a photo of their dead wife taped to their dashboard that they gently run a hand over before every hunt, or whether it was their baby girl waiting at home for them to get back safe and sound. There were many things in Dean Winchester's life that effected and strained his humanity. The fire when he was four, how he was raised, Dad's death, Sam's death, Hell. The reason he was still here, still sane, still in one piece, physically at least, was because of one person. His brother. His brother is his humanity, his anchor in the rough waves of his life. Everything he does is to protect him, to make sure that he doesn't see his baby brother hurt, or dead again. Some nights Dean would lie quietly in his bed, pretending to be already asleep, waiting for the breathing from the adjacent bed to slow down, become more rhythmical and assure him he was as good as alone. He would then allow the heavy thoughts that had been piling up all day to lay their enormous weight on his weary mind. Sometimes he could even hear it - the sound of a long gone fire destroying everything in its way, the burnt wood cracking frantically, the screams of a confused, violently woken up baby. His baby brother. He could almost feel the unbearable heat on his face once again - just like he did that night many years ago when he carried his brother out of the burning apartment, his clothes all soaked with smoke, fear cutting through his bones. Not fear for himself, but for the trembling bundle of clothes in his shaky arms. He would try to forcefully close his eyes and chase those unsettling images away, but instead of complete darkness, he would be greeted with even more vivid pictures, fire and cries even more real, sweat breaking out all over his body, terror nearly palpable. He would cast a quick glance towards the bed next to his, an almost manic look on his face. He would listen intently for a few seconds, trying to convince himself that this sudden silence was completely normal and that there was nothing to panic about. But he would get up just in case, walk over to the other bed and lean over the still body, staring down at the serene expression on his brother’s oblivious face. He would then notice an almost imperceptible movement of his nostrils and a sudden wave of relief would wash over him. His lips would curve into a small smile as he would tell himself he was being silly and that no harm could ever come to his brother while he was around. That fire was years away and that small whimpering child was now a fully grown man who did not need to be saved or carried in anyone’s arms. But he was there, just the same, right by his side, still watching over him like he had done all their lives and it somehow made everything better. At least for a little while.

Sam was his humanity, his sanity, and his reason for keeping his game face on. It would always be like that.