| Anorexic suicidal women on the diet cycle Pressure to change to fit the size That sells the shit they advertise Leads to a culture of disguise And several teenage suicides |


waitingPatiently waiting The end is not near I'm alive and hoping Not in vain I'm waiting Pull me under Submerge me in your breath Your scent confounds me Hold me close someday I've chosen this Waiting on your lips to move Toward mine in unison I know they fit I've felt them smolder Watched them fall away We are each Just a little older We each could be Just a little closer Together Waiting Patiently waiting Moving slowly Crawling across your body Landscape so familiar Your embrace so warm Entomb me inwaiting


burn my bridgesIn my memories the sky is light blue. I'd gotten his shirt off again, and he is walking the five feet to the bathroom, and all I can do is admire the expanse of his shoulders and the fine dark hairs that trail down his spine. His jeans are low on his hips, and I want to pull them off, to run my hand again over that smooth swell of his hip, to tease the already formed treasure trail (and we were so young then), even thought I've just done that. I want to call out "you're beautiful," and he is, so much so that is raises a lump in my throat, but I don't. even if I'd known that would be the last time I'd watch the sway of his body as he walburn my bridges
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I'm an animal trapped in your hot car.
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° In omnia pericula tasta testicula u_u °
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*Otaku & Nintendo Fan: no one can escape from me*
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life is too short to refrain from eating jam out of the jar.
<John> mleh mleh mleh leh bleh
<John>: That's the sound that kissing with tongues sounds like
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we use the negatives to develop.
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One of the lost ones...
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got a mind full of questions & a teacher in my soul...
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