Personal Stories, Advice, and Support
...I beg you... put your hands where your words have been...
and it struck me...even your ears were beautiful.
Your willingness and desire to please me, to give yourself fully to me is precious.
and she felt the sharp sting of cupid's bow.
I am here, smiling, laughing, loving, caring,crying, healing,and just breathing as I go.
Crimson fluid drips. As the world emptied beneath her fading visions.
but eventually they come back, bite you in your righteous ***.
into my selfhood and authenticity. ... Thanks, dad...
Is my attraction to unattainable women online an escape from facing love in real life?
like a blazing comet out of control.
that he's gone. Hope this is my new normal.
"I want to die in my sleep," he sighed. "You will," she replied smiling smugly.
Now I act on it to taste your eruption.
Filled to the brim with sweet aching desire.
Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
and enjoy the brilliance of the stars.
Wishing your want was as strong as mine. Wishing your need was found in me.
can appreciate the light of day...
were never logical, yet absolutely motivating.
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)
Honeymoon was at the centre of the universe.
She cried. They threw his toys out. They ripped out his wallpaper.
that kills...but we were too far gone. Together we fell.
disarray arranged and flayed
Destiny on paper faces
Please allow me to keep on reintroduce myself...
for a flirty conversation... sigh...
and my sister threw cocktail sauce all over me.
manners, we would still be living in caves.
that was consuming her from within.
before she realized it was gone.
Yet, he comes and lights mine!!
Don’t just whisper to me about the sunset. Stay with me and watch it rise.
It is simple ....
I am grounded!
and find ourselves isolated in a silence within silence.
than what I am at this moment.
stirring up memories of longings laid to rest...
she searched for his island of exotic spices.
section to be found there, stereotypically...
.. So bare your soul... I promise only to love.
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
that we are worthy
of the other's love.
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 disappoint me and yet somehow it always does
dreams of waking in your arms.
that kept us apart?
Or is it madness that does?