Sharing the Stories We met 3 and a half years ago, a strange setting but in the YMCA, both misplaced by uninterested mothers. I was on drugs and he wasn’t, i was a punk and he most certainly wasn’t. He saw me struggling one night to cook myself some food, i was high once again, he felt sorry for me and cooked me dinner that night, and the next, and the next. 3 years later i’m clean, employed, he has his own business in motorbike parts and we have our own beautiful house.
Arouse your creativity A guest post by Katie Tallo of Momentum Gathering. Electric flesh-arrows … traversing the body. A rainbow of color strikes the eyelids. A foam of music falls over the ears. It is the gong of the orgasm. ~ Anais Nin
Love Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands; how did your lips feel on mine? Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks, the white statues that have neither voice nor sight. I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten your eyes. Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of you.
WriteSomething ShatnersToupee recommends the 8 star spicy thai peanuts & thai eggrololl for the generals 13 When you smile, I fucking melt. Never again will I put my emotional and physical well-being at risk to please someone. I will keep telling myself this. If I can't help myself, how can I help everybody? How can I help you?