Real men don’t talk about their sexual conquests or call a woman out of her name. My father once told me “No matter if a woman is sinner or a saint when you lay with her you become her equal. So no matter what you feel about them, it’s also a reflection of yourself.
Men are confused. They’re conflicted. They want a woman who’s their intellectual...– Northern Exposure (via thelovewhisperer) :)
phosphorescentt: you are 100% capable of changing your entire fucking life.
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cleaneatz: Overeating, poor memory formation, learning disorders, depression – all have been linked in recent research to the over-consumption of sugar. And these linkages point to a problem that is only beginning to be better understood: what our chronic intake of added sugar is doing to our brains. According to the U.S. Department of Agriculture (USDA), the average American consumes 156...
Somewhat of a rough draft. Just started writing. I’m having trouble simply looking for a purpose So delusional but yet I seem to circumvent my circuits See this makes me nervous so I put it aside And if life’s a perfect circus then I guess I’m down to ride Cuz I’m lyrically ascended I will tear you asunder Rhyme schemes like a freak show I’ll fill you with wonder...
“I’ll talk to you when you decide to tell me what i want to know.” Thursday, July 22, 2010 12:44 AM I’ll never talk to her again.
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How is it that your once humble little world is slowly crashing down and beginning to revolve solely around you? I held you in such high regard, I placed you on a pedestal. I suppose that change is inevitable, but never in a million years did I expect this kind of change from you. I guess if we don’t expect too much we won’t be let down. Your friends, whom at one time you...
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I give her “second grade kisses” just to show her it’s not a lust thing it’s more of a psychological attraction.
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I want you to know that I’ve always loved you. I’ve cherished your name, relished in your presence, sighed with poignant love at your voice. Such elegance in your awkward body; I know love’s hymn lies somewhere in your soul, if you would only sing it. Though I believe we will never be more than strong, loving friends, I want you to know I will always look to you differently. It...
They tell me I am already “artsy”, that my creativity flows from my fingertips into my brushes and onto the canvas. They tell me I am adept at capturing emotions for the world to see. They also tell me that I will be famous someday. Do you ever wish to be famous? I am never without the desire. It feeds on my soul like so many ravenous third-world children, gnawing away inside me....
To The One I Never Knew, Si vales, valeo. That is the best salutation I can offer to one I’ve never met. If you are well, I am well. At least metaphorically, it sounds fair. Whoever or whomever you are, I don’t miss you. I don’t dream about you and I don’t think I see you in crowds. I know you have never been there for me to do either. Since the day I could find my way...
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“I do not sit down at my desk to put into verse something that is already clear in my mind. If it were clear in my mind, I should have no incentive or need to write about it…. We do not write in order to be understood; we write in order to understand.” -C. Day Lewis