art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over."
and dominance and submission in the right context is a passionate art. A muse which ignites the flame of femininity, enrapturing both partners in complete euphoria, magnifying both the masculine and the feminine in one tantalizing unit.~Sai Marie Johnson
and it spoke to me immediately. How exciting, to find the unexpected, to have that narrow and perfect list blown wide open. Like an adventure, a discovery. Like a spark that ignites and catches you on fire. If we met someone that fit that neat little list, how predictably jejune...
as undiscovered territory
but the truth was,
they met and they loved
where neither of them lived,
in the wild places between them,
in the swamps and wetlands,
in the untamed forests
and water-less deserts
on the outskirts of their lives.
And each time they met, each...
yet I understand.
Socializing is as exhausting as giving blood. We loners have a smaller tolerance for what it takes to be with others. It means having to perform. I get so tired of communicating.
there is nothing else but the yearning to be close to the other. The presence that is felt through a hand held, a voice heard, or a smile seen.
Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to be with...
So love the people who treat you right. Forget about the one's who don't. Believe things happen for a reason. If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it would be worth it.
the opinion of others, and the moment you are unafraid of the crowd you are no longer a sheep, you become a lion. A great roar arises in your heart... The roar of freedom
"A lion paces in every human heart.
What quickens yours?
What makes your lion roar?"