To be king midas.
Or just a king.
And have servants.
But who programned that.
Or the wealthy.
I was experiencing a lot of pain several weeks ago, not sure what it was and being a weekend, I couldn't book an appointment with my doctor.
At the urging of my husband I finally decided to go into emergency at our local hospital.
It was discovered that I had a kidney stone...
I disagree. Infactuation is blind. Love is all-seeing and accepting. Love is seeing the flaws and blemishes and accetpitng them. Love is accepting the bad habits and mannerisms, and working around them. Love is recognizing all the fears and insecurities, and knowing your role is...
Have you ever had feelings for someone-- feelings of love and then asked yourself if the feelings are real or true? Many of us have fallen in love at sometime in our lives and then found later that, in spite of the love and the confidence it gave us, the relationship did not...
where we know we need to walk away. Even when every instinct in us is screaming to hang on for just a little while longer, we don't have it in us to do it anymore. There comes a point when the pain of their words/silence/indifference becomes too hard to bear. There comes a point...
time? He's everything you've been looking for, she's all you've ever wanted in a woman, only he's in a relationship, she's married, one or both isn't available and the timing seems off.
But what if it isn't? What if, on the contrary, the timing is actually perfect? Think about...
for whatever reason. For their weight, for their hair, because they have tattoos. Shut the **** up. Everywhere we go there is a standard of what a "real" or "perfect" woman should look like and it's disgusting. It's what makes us feel inadequate, like nothing we do is ever good...
What makes a bad neighbor.
What makes a bad leader.
What makes a bad lover.
Then why are all three still around.
The wealthy love gladiator shows.
Or teach honesty.
Or even teach.
But did teach.
Taught why be honest.
Taught why avoid drunk.
But then shredded my guts.
And gave nice gifts.
Then shredded my mind.
To cover up his failures.
And reward me for...
We were both standing by my workplace desk, chatting about work..he casually bent down to retrieve something out of my desk drawer.
I'm sure he was clueless to the fact that having him this close...bending down, dangerously close to my...navel, sent my brain cells into a tailspin...