A personal blog about my thoughts, adventures, and sometimes my words. They will be unique but at the same time ordinary, it all depends on your interpretation. Songs I always listen to. com, preferably with a link to your site or blog. And a bullet to pierce the frontal lobe. And lubrication by male ejaculation.

I observe every minute detail that defines my countenance and learn to accept it, but it has never been that easy. I look into the mirror everyday, and come back as a defeated warrior. They told me that the ultimate arrow. That would pierce its way. Into my mundane heart,would be. The death of a loved one,. But as time flipped its own pages,.

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 1,411 other followers. The moon cracks open the broken sky, The torn up clouds in the darkest nights, Only a walk, alone, into the night, Can paint the thoughts, in my head, bright.

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment. As she returns to the living room to join Rahul, she hopes that awkwardness has subsided. Did you miss me? Absolutely , Rahul replies. Now lets switch the subject and talk about the real issue here. Who knew that Sonal was a thug? She can over my house with a car full and a bat.

My hope has been dangling on a worn out string. No other way to really put it. 8221; post that I made a few weeks after our short bre.