killcloud9
When I hear 'tasting' I always think of something vaguely erotic. Like tasting a kiss. I'd like to taste your kiss. I'm in no mood for poetry today.
Or subtlety.
Is that going to scare you off?
my earring ripped. This is a lame word. All I can think about is that some gay men I know wear earrings and I can't... because it ripped so badly I need to get stitches before I get it re-pierced. worth it? I think not.
I feel a bit of a grump today.
Owch.
He had a lot of charm. Charms. Charming.
He's very charming.
I wonder if it's real charm, or just fake. Like the charms you get to put on a friendship bracelet when you're little. But they turn out to cheap plastic and break around the same time as the friendship falls apart.
Real charm?
Or plastic?
It's difficult to find a centerpiece to my life. I know what it should be, but the battle over what I want it to be is unending. Sometimes you have to choose what's best in the long run, I suppose.
When I listen to orchestra music it always seems to rise and fall, then intensify with whatever my activity is. It's so awesome. Listen to orchestra music when you're cooking and your kitchen will be very messy! :)
I am without a doubt, one hundred percent, positively dying to get out of this house and away from all the people in it! Shoot me now. Or send me a magic carpet, either works.
I sacrificed my friends and my whole life to go far away to start anew. All because I loved you, and I thought you were going to start loving me too. But instead you left me in a strange place, alone and destitute. Then you whisper "I am not abandoning you." Bullshit.
So many people have had compassion for me, I should be grateful. Richard did. I think of him often now, which is strange considering he was such a small part of my life for such a short time. I was so young then. I feel as if I have aged forty years.
You are mysterious. My mystery, my wonder. My eternal love.
Will I ever know you? Will anyone?
Let me in, darling. Let me see your soul.
Prosperous is such an interesting word. See, you're prosperous in someone else's eyes; you just can't see it. You've set your self expectations too high, dear.
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