complaining, love
I have always found that actively lovingsaves one from a morbid preoccupationwith the shortcomings of society.
I have always found that actively lovingsaves one from a morbid preoccupationwith the shortcomings of society.
I have so much in me, and the feeling for her absorbs it all; I have so much, and without her it all comes to nothing.
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In itself, homosexuality is as limiting as heterosexuality: the ideal should be to be capable of loving a woman or a man; either, a human being, without feeling fear, restraint, or obligation.
freedom-of-choice, heterosexuality, homosexuality, love Read More »
What do I care how ‘e looks? I am good-looking enough for both of us, I theenk! All these scars show is zat my husband is brave!
appearances, bill-weasley, fleur-delacour, love Read More »
When you miss someone….it’s weird…your body doesn’t function normally..as it should. Because I miss you, and my heart…it’s not steady…my soul it sings numb. Fingers are cold…like you…your soul.
cold-soul, heart, jamie-weise, love, lovers, missing, missing-you, passion Read More »
I should go,” I said thickly. “Let me know when you want to start practice again. And thanks for…talking.”I started to turn; then I heard him say abruptly, “No.”I glanced back. “What?”He held my gaze, and something warm and wonderful and powerful shot between us.”No,” he repeated. “I told her no.””I…” I shut my mouth before my jaw hit the floor. “But…why? That was a once-in-a-lifetime thing. You could have had a baby. And she…she was, you know, into you…”The ghost of a smile flickered on his face. “Yes, she was. Is. And that’s why I had to say no. I couldn’t return that…couldn’t give her what she wanted. Not when…” He took a few steps toward me. “Not when my heart is somewhere else.
dimitri, love, paranormal-romance, rose Read More »
Cassia.I know which life is my real one now, no matter what happens. It’s the one with you. For some reason, knowing that even one person knows my story makes things different. Maybe it’s like the poem says. Maybe this is my way of not going gentle.I love you. (Ky Markham)
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In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours.In all the world, there is no love for you like mine.