I have quite a number of younger friends. Friends who are five years younger or more. I love them dearly. They always seem so fresh and unharmed. They’re like my special delicate orchids. No matter how much I would want
Isn’t it weird that the last post I had up was about me committing to writing more and then I went AWOL? The funny story is I’ve been intending to write some more but I’ve been shy about it. And
I used to want you so bad, now I want so much more than you that I’m not sure I even want you anymore. Even if I did want you, I’m sure I wouldn’t want what you were, not as
Muse: My Chocolate Doughnut ..if you know ,you know 😉 I’d stick my teeth into your awesome chocolatey goodness every damn day… Might I add, she is looking like a 5 course gourmet meal today, heck she looks like this
“Do you trust me?” he asked, half expecting that this was a rhetorical question and half holding his breath as he really didn’t know what answer to expect. This is one of those questions I answered so easily. Come to think
This feeling makes me feel bold Makes me feel special, like two teaspoons of gold Makes me feel wanted, like a jewel a-hold Makes me feel yearned for, in its slavery I’d gladly be sold This feeling makes me want
We all have experienced different things in our lives. These experiences, good or bad shape our reactions, behaviours and interactions with those around us. My reaction to this yellow ribbon story is just one of those experiences. Sweets (my mummy)
Ola, We have already established that I am an erratic writer. One who needs to step up and stop being so afraid of sharing myself with the world. I am sorry. I truly am. I shall endeavour to change. It’s