I have just sent a message:
I think I might need your body next week.
About the soul another time.
A.
Is it normal to send messages like this to people with whom you had already shared the bed with?
Well, the answer does not matter now, the message is already sent.
PENIS
I think, I might want a woman. I mean - I am physically attracted to her and she is attracted to me as well. However, the thing is, I miss a penis to fuck her.
I feel, there is really need of having that thing to have sex.
Can it really be called 'sex' without penis involved?
And if yes, what about loving?
I feel, there is really need of having that thing to have sex.
Can it really be called 'sex' without penis involved?
And if yes, what about loving?
Seeing my ex with his new...
I was wandering, if having seen my ex with his new girlfriend would disturb me. Obviously, it would not.
I was running my ordinary seven kilometer track, when I saw them simply going to a concert. Before that I had been nearly to exhaustion with my breath. That was exactly the part of my running, when I had to keep precise attention to my breath, to my movements, to the pain that I felt trough all the mouscles in my legs. However, I told myself to continue. I had to run. And for what's more, I had to sprint. So I did sprint. I literally darted off them very fast. I saw them.
I saw them.
So, I saw them.
All of sudden, I realised, that she was more appropriate for him than I had been. She was that precise kind of girl, that was suitable exactly for that kind of boy that he was. And that is what he really is - just a boy. The real thing that I need is, a man. I need a real men and he was just a boy. He was just a boy walking with his new girlfriend by the river.
I was running my ordinary seven kilometer track, when I saw them simply going to a concert. Before that I had been nearly to exhaustion with my breath. That was exactly the part of my running, when I had to keep precise attention to my breath, to my movements, to the pain that I felt trough all the mouscles in my legs. However, I told myself to continue. I had to run. And for what's more, I had to sprint. So I did sprint. I literally darted off them very fast. I saw them.
I saw them.
So, I saw them.
All of sudden, I realised, that she was more appropriate for him than I had been. She was that precise kind of girl, that was suitable exactly for that kind of boy that he was. And that is what he really is - just a boy. The real thing that I need is, a man. I need a real men and he was just a boy. He was just a boy walking with his new girlfriend by the river.
A workoholic alcoholic
I cannot help but wonder:
"Is it ordinary to get home within a very drunk estate still wanting to work?"
Published at 01:31 am Central european time
"Is it ordinary to get home within a very drunk estate still wanting to work?"
Published at 01:31 am Central european time
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