I can’t seem to write. Anything. I thought I had gotten through the block of only being able to write about one thing. But now I can’t even write about that. Any words of weight pass only through my lips and seem useless, hanging around to remain incomplete and wrongly connotated. If they would just pass through fingertips, or a pen, or remain in my mind long enough, or were recorded, or…something. Maybe I’d be able to get it all out. Maybe I’d be able to throw them away. Maybe I’d be able to quit clouding myself, making it impossible to hear anything but anger or panic or whatever. Maybe then I could hear only the breaths I so love sharing.
Pretty sure you've always wanted to see me naked.. Well.. I'm feeling pretty adventurous today so go to datelink4[dot]com (switch [dot] with .) then sign up and find my profile under the username 'lolsummer69'. I hid my face in the pictures. but I want you to guess who I am and then hit me up on Facebook lol. Good luck.
I could wait with you by the water I could wait with you for the winter to come I could stand with you with your snow boots on
I hope you find the love that’s true, so the morning light can shine on you I hope you find what you’re looking for, so your heart is warm for ever more I hope you find what you’re looking for, so your heart is warm for ever more
i get these small attachments to strangers but then they break my heart a little further take another part of me with them. when they choose someone else. all is well, as i’m slowly getting better at this: not expecting any thing back.