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I still love to wash in your old bathwater.
“So I am getting out and taking my abnormal attachments with me.”
I won’t flatter myself.
Stop making me miss you when you’re gone.
You make me feel like I couldn’t love another.
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Right here in my arms.
~Grabs hairbrush for a mic and jumps on desk top~ She’ll be right here in my arms, so in looooooove… ~Headbangs~
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Your kiss. Your fist.
Never did I wanna be here again, and I don't remember why I came... -
All you need is love- in theory. {Excerpt}
“I love you, Milly,” Gregory whispered to her delicate ear in his low and raspy tones, brushing her shiny tresses behind her shoulder and taking a step closer to her. His dull, deep-set eyes continued scanning her feminine form, even though she had basically turned her back to him. No matter, he just loved to look at her, not too particular about ( Read more... ) -
The Female of the Species
The Female of the Species
Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)
WHEN the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
When Nag the basking cobra ( Read more... )
