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Who Is Lost Companion? April 10, 2014. Thank you for being here and walking with me. I will continue to work and give. I love people and want peace. I have hope, we are hope and I try to live hope. Peace be with you and I wish you joy and love. 8220;If I can be an example of getting sober, then I can be an example of starting over. Three years is a long time without a drink. Life is different out here.
Things that are, you know, mildly interesting. Just another freaky face swap. Just another freaky face swap. A List of Subreddits to Learn Cool Stuff. A List of Pointless Websites.
We climbed out of the ocean, squirmed up the frowning cliffs and jumped into the bushes while big-breasted housewives tried to menace us with red lip-stick botox scowls. With heavy hearts we laughed in packs of threes and fours trying to light the desert on fire before our boredom could stifle us. We crept at the feet of Titans and squeezed our way through dusted mountains and cried under granite boulders while the cold sun crept across a pastel sky.
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The Birth of My Blog. An Open From Single Parents. Dear potential suitor, Firstly, I want you to know I do not want to spend the rest of my life alone, but also, I will not settle. I am patient yet intolerant. How a relationship is lonelier than singlehood. A Dozen Ways To Love Better.
In appreciation of my golden tulip muse. My flesh is an argument, so remove that too. Take what is bitter and give me sweet grit. Cyanide airs and ethylene odors. From my armpits to the nape of my heel. I was once ripened here. But I can point to the places where rot and mould form. I can eat my own seeds. The ouroboros eats her own tail to become god. And god and god over ten times. These seeds are rosary beads running over through my tongue.
Asymp; Leave a comment. I have five story ideas, one article idea, two book ideas, a dance class to go to, maybe I should cook something, should I go on a hike? And then, I do fuck all. Absolutely nothing, like yesterday, my BIG day off. I sleep, I get depressed, I crash. Obviously, the sour batch of brain chemicals may simply follow my complete lack of action.
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هر كه مرا ديد تورا نفرين كرد . پاییز همه میگن پاییز تلخه. ولی واسه من پاییز شرینه. عاشق خش خش بلگام! دوس دارم زیر درختی دراز بکشم و چشمام رو ببندم . و با یه بوسه مجبورم کنی بازشون کنم.
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Exploring english literature and creative writing. This content is password protected. December Poem by Valerie Bloom.