The words were written with sincerity; Though the name was withheld, Its uniqueness touched me deeply. " [Your response here] ~Just L (May 12, 2018) I appreciate you each new day. ~Just L (September 10, 2018)I received a note anonymously; Urging me to open my heart; Trust the divine warrior who leads the heavenly army; Who could this be?
My father once told me that I do not have people skills. I always seem to drift off when people start talking to me, I enjoy my made up scenarios far more than whatever dialogue I am being dragged into.
you would recoil in horror at the mere thought of crushing a cockroach you would not even kill an ant, no then you stabbed me repeatedly until I had to hold my insides in with my hands and fight for air my body remembers being your punching bag your mattress your safe space your well the place from which you would fill yourself - and pour it all out on someone else.
--Joe Haldeman in "The Forever War" "I think you like that computer more than you like me." "That's not true, Liz. [Please, please don't ask about the laptop]" "'That' computer?
Many, many, both men and women have first become very fond of me. When the sun is shining and the air is perfectly dry the miners of Hallein seize the opportunity of offering these diamond-studded boughs to travellers preparing to go down to the mine." --Stendhal But love, he said, love was a fragile blossom; love was a delicate crystal; love was an unstable reaction with a half-life of about eight months.
Upper lip resting on my Cupid's bow, you whisper breathily, "How do you wish to be kissed? The lover shudders at the pretty lady, He wants to understand her philosophy.
Simultaneously, my curiosity piqued and feeling pissed. The lion likes to chase the empress, Especially when she's dressed to impress. Smoking gets you outside where as otherwise you might stick yourself in the office all day, unrequited love gets you to write amusing bon mots where as otherwise you might write nothing but pedestrian e-mail. After over 20 years I remember how you stroke my hair (on that wonderful cruise). Two or three months later, through the effects of the waters saturated with salt which soak the bough and then let it dry as they recede, the miners find it covered with a shining deposit of crystals. But on the other hand, both have a certain glamour, give us something to do with ourselves, and have a huge deserved mystique and romantic history behind them. I turn from you half abashed--yet you haunt me, and some look, word or touch thrills through my whole frame--yes, at the very moment when I am labouring to think of something, if not somebody, else. though I am forced to add dear--which is a call back-- --Mary Wollstonecraft to William Godwin The pleasures of love are always in proportion to the fear. I think it's worth reading, but if not, here are the good quotes I mentioned (none actually from the book) "Amid the chaos of that day, when all I could hear was the thunder of gunshots, and all I could smell was the violence in the air, I look back and am amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a broken record: youÃ¢â¬â¢re so cool, youÃ¢â¬â¢re so cool, youÃ¢â¬â¢re so cool" --The Movie "True Romance" "You're sort of everything I've ever wanted You're not perfect, but I love you anyhow You're the woman that I've always dreamed off Well, not really, but you're good enough for now" --Weird Al "In the salt mines, nearing the end of the winter season, the miners will throw a leafless wintry bough into one of the abandoned workings. Then as if in a dream I saw his energy; The outline of a shadowed form, Surrounded by a pink angelic light; I recognized his stride immediately. He was to meet me where mountains meet the sea; "How will I recognize you? Yet anticipating, he penned, "You will know me." With views of the cliffs, I was planted below in the lea; At last he emerged from the sun's glare; I strained impatiently.sometimes I order a fat mug of steaming coffee just to hold something warm then I picture your heart pulsating in my palms hot blood spilling into cold air the fire it kindles keeps me warm for days let the coffee go cold tea mixed with regret spent bullets in the dust knives sliding across the tongue blood on metal the scent of you in the mornings after you've spent yourself on someone else nothingness an emptiness too vast to fill except with every last drop of your blood screaming with no sound a steady drowning slowly and then all at once catching fire the cold ashes of everyone you've ever loved perfume sprayed on the inside of your wrist a dead body floating on water buffeted by waves forever rising to look at you In many years I have been dreaming of You and me kissing.