Personal Stories, Advice, and Support
It becomes a problem when it disappears and flies...
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
rather consider who I will make smile today
dreams of waking in your arms.
like a blazing comet out of control.
I am here, smiling, laughing, loving, caring,crying, healing,and just breathing as I go.
and she felt the sharp sting of cupid's bow.
.. So bare your soul... I promise only to love.
Don’t just whisper to me about the sunset. Stay with me and watch it rise.
Your willingness and desire to please me, to give yourself fully to me is precious.
Now I act on it to taste your eruption.
...I beg you... put your hands where your words have been...
Wishing your want was as strong as mine. Wishing your need was found in me.
you have to get stronger...
but eventually they come back, bite you in your righteous ***.
that was consuming her from within.
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
that kept us apart?
Or is it madness that does?
I'm vulnerable and exposed. Why do you leave me hanging?
Please allow me to keep on reintroduce myself...
"I want to die in my sleep," he sighed. "You will," she replied smiling smugly.
than what I am at this moment.
that he's gone. Hope this is my new normal.
before she realized it was gone.
for a flirty conversation... sigh...
Is my attraction to unattainable women online an escape from facing love in real life?
that heartsong chants can make you get so. very. high!
(Absolutely no other substance needed, other than listening to the guitar and the amazing vocalist).
and my sister threw cocktail sauce all over me.
that we are worthy
of the other's love.
Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
that kills...but we were too far gone. Together we fell.
Crimson fluid drips. As the world emptied beneath her fading visions.
She cried. They threw his toys out. They ripped out his wallpaper.
It is simple ....
I am grounded!
her prim and proper life.
matter to someone who means so much.
manners, we would still be living in caves.
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)
and enjoy the brilliance of the stars.
Through the thorns her beauty lies. The soft red petals adorn her face, sparkling rubies.
stirring up memories of longings laid to rest...
section to be found there, stereotypically...
can appreciate the light of day...
Children's Home of Lubbock.
and disappoint me and yet somehow it always does
she searched for his island of exotic spices.
and find ourselves isolated in a silence within silence.