Personal Stories, Advice, and Support
Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
that he's gone. Hope this is my new normal.
rather consider who I will make smile today
for a flirty conversation... sigh...
.. So bare your soul... I promise only to love.
that kills...but we were too far gone. Together we fell.
her prim and proper life.
People come and people go but my power over you is forever, I am omnipotent.
and my sister threw cocktail sauce all over me.
She cried. They threw his toys out. They ripped out his wallpaper.
Don’t just whisper to me about the sunset. Stay with me and watch it rise.
Children's Home of Lubbock.
and she felt the sharp sting of cupid's bow.
were never logical, yet absolutely motivating.
I am here, smiling, laughing, loving, caring,crying, healing,and just breathing as I go.
section to be found there, stereotypically...
she once more sealed her heart and put the dreams away.
and find ourselves isolated in a silence within silence.
cancer. Haogwarts was his hallucination.
(Before any Hp fans throw tomatoes and stones at me. I am a die hard harry fan too. This story was put on demand. I hope you like it terabytee)
It is simple ....
I am grounded!
It becomes a problem when it disappears and flies...
I'm vulnerable and exposed. Why do you leave me hanging?
before she realized it was gone.
that kept us apart?
Or is it madness that does?
"I want to die in my sleep," he sighed. "You will," she replied smiling smugly.
can appreciate the light of day...
that was consuming her from within.
you have to get stronger...
Filled to the brim with sweet aching desire.
Wishing your want was as strong as mine. Wishing your need was found in me.
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
matter to someone who means so much.
and enjoy the brilliance of the stars.
but eventually they come back, bite you in your righteous ***.
dreams of waking in your arms.
manners, we would still be living in caves.
Now I act on it to taste your eruption.
she searched for his island of exotic spices.
and it struck me...even your ears were beautiful.
Your willingness and desire to please me, to give yourself fully to me is precious.
Literally thrown away absentmindedly. I found it. Heroism already forgotten.
Crimson fluid drips. As the world emptied beneath her fading visions.
after my donation, came the double amount from a spontaneous private consultation. Wow.
disarray arranged and flayed
Destiny on paper faces
Honeymoon was at the centre of the universe.