Dear lover, pull my ears and not my legs for it is better to be cautioned than to be lied to.
What is better than to sit at the end of the day and drink wine with friends, or substitutes for friends?
Oh my friend from future centuries, I am leaving my love and endless good wishes for you. I have no possessions to leave for you. I have a broken pen and a few pages of paper with thoughts that I am leaving for you. Believe in the power of your thoughts, truths of your perceptions, magic of joy in your dreams, and the attraction of your love and purity.
I have googled ‘how long does heartbreak last?’ The result more popular than that was ‘how long does heartburn last?’ This implies people suffer from heartburn more than they do heartbreak which is a good thing because heartbreak sucks way fucking more than acid reflux ever could.
Lies are like muscles: it takes practice to make them strong.
All we can do is to make the best of our friends: love and cherish what is good in them, and keep out of the way of what is bad: but no more think of rejecting them for it than of throwing away a piece of music for a flat passage or two
I just want your voice aimed at me again. I want to absorb the direction of your eyes…
the great divide lies between men as lovers and men as consumers. Does he seek her out, long for her, because really he yearns for her to meet some need in his life-a need for validation (she makes him feel like a man), or mercy, or simply sexual gratification? That man is a Consumer, as my friend Craig calls him. The lover, on the other hand, wants to fight for her-he wants to protect her, make her life better, wants to fill her heart in every way he can.
These were his friends of the business community; a man in business had to have such, and he visited and entertained but neither touched nor was touched, ever.
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