sochum
it is plausible that the reason for his despondence was the lack of salt in the pasta sauce, which inevitably makes one rather upset for the day.
Tiny little cracks all across the landscape. Is this what the surface of my heart looks like, now that you are gone? Every day that I don't hear from you, I break a little more. Fractures all over my being.
the loss of love. the loss of your soul because you couldn't hold on to it while you groped around for other people to complete you and make you feel whole. there is a price you pay for everything. and for what you wanted, you paid with your very self. pathetic.
i like cats but not when they pee in my bathroom. the man had whiskers the size of the moon. they twitched like his cat's ears.
seats come and go but this day will never come back and neither will your chance to do a good deed. so let it go and feel better about yourself. that's all helping anybody else really does for you, most of the time.
seated on the edge of a cliff she waits for her destiny to unfold before her eyes. will it bring hope or more pain than she ever felt before? she can only wait. just like those before her.
The sky turns from aqua to bronze and then inky indigo. It used to be pink when she was a little girl, but times have changed.