We were still at the age when girls are years older than guy, and the guys grow up by doing their best when the girls need them to.
Was I bitter? Absolutely. Hurt? You bet your sweet ass I was hurt. Who doesn’t feel a part of their heart break at rejection. You ask yourself every question you can think of, what, why, how come, and then your sadness turns to anger. That’s my favorite part. It drives me, feeds me, and makes one hell of a story.
In deep sleep we are one.
He pouted-full on pouted. A prince. Pouting. – Kara, re: Braeden
If sleep wasn’t necessary, I would have used those 8 hours to gaze at you.
Like the North Star, you’ve been the constant in my life. You’ve been my companion in good and bad, my support in happy and sad, while distance fulfilled its role with utmost dexterity… the role of strengthening our foundation for seven years of a long-distance affair! I could always see your face, deep in the cove by the clamouring sea of distance… every time I closed my eyes.
Lovers remain in each other’s energy fields for 21 days after intercourse. Renewed with each act. Do the math. Choose wisely… otherwise you’re carrying that stink with you for a long time…Stop having sex right now!…All of you. Until you know you’re not giving yourselves away.” – Sheerah
The Earth must have done some noble work; that is why you were born here and not in the ocean among the fishes and not in the sky among the birds.
writing is like being in love. You never get better at it or learn more about it. The day you think you do is the day you lose it. Robert Frost called his work a lover’s quarrel with the world. It’s ongoing. It has neither a beginning nor an end. You don’t have to worry about learning things. The fire of one’s art burns all the impurities from the vessel that contains it.
By picking him up again, i guess you’re just lost, baby. Lost.