kikitwentysomething
I wish everyone would show more compassion. Judgement breeds anger, contempt, hurt and hate. Let us all think of the other person, their situation, the circumstances that led them there and maybe if their hand was forced? They had it all right in the 60s and 70s...it's all about love and peace...
All i can think of when i see the word 'iron' is ironing! I really hate ironing clothing, does this make me a bad person?! I really hope i don't marry someone who expects a 1950s housewife, because i can't cook either...
The setting was perfect. Candles and roses, the moonlight streaming through fluttering curtains. Yes, the perfect setting. But the mood wasn't right. She knew THE question was coming and she knew her answer was 'No'. She awoke with a start from that disturbing dream and knew the actions she had to take in her waking life...
When you're close to the edge, the adrenaline rushes. Every move has to be calculated for fear of falling. It's time to find the person, thing or action that will pull you back in. Back to safety, away from the edge of the abyss. Back from the point of no return.
It was so dense she could barely make her way through it. Knowing the door was on the opposite side of the room, she pressed forward. Things weren't right. Things like this don't happen. The panic began to fill her body but was squashed by bigger questions. How the hell had the room filled with marshmallows?!
Pressed for answers, pressed for time. All negative connotations. Lets change it up a little and have you press me up against a wall and kiss me with passion. I'd like the term 'pressed' better then...
I've spent my whole day preoccupied with the knowledge that you are driving the 14 hours home in the middle of an unseasonable hailstorm. It was that preoccupation which showed me how much i really do care for you. I think it could be love one day...
I can't even look at this word without shuddering...i'm on week 3 of bed rest for a dislocated knee. I spend all day on the f*cking couch. I can't talk about it anymore...
I can't even crouch down at the moment. One slip and my knee dislocates. It tears and breaks. Now i'm stuck on the couch for two weeks. No bending, walking, moving, crouching. I think i may be going insane. Only one week to go...
Please don't change on my account. I knew exactly who you were and what you stood for when i met you. It's what makes my heart beat faster and makes me go weak at the knees. If you choose to change for you, i will support you until the end. But please, not on my account.
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