If you were given the choice to read one other person's thoughts, but only if they could read yours too, would you take it? If so, who would you choose, and why?
Yes, I would do it with my girlfriend and tell her I love her. I wouldn't do it to feel the love (though that would be awesome aswell), rather, I would want her to know how much I love her, because I know she's still scared.
Let’s turn the lights down low, oh Turn the lights down, I got a movie We can watch until you fall asleep on my chest So tell me right now, oh So tell me right now, is there any place You'd rather be other than here, let’s forget the rest And I swear I swear when I first saw you And talked to you, you'd give me purpose With every single word you'd say You took my breath away
I am so high I'm never coming down Because you're mine, and you've decided to stay around And as time is taken away, you stay the same, you stay the same You stay here with me
And our futures are splitting us apart as we speak We'll get to that when it comes around None of that really matters now Because you're here with me So tell me you love me, because it makes me feel alive For the first time I love you too
Tell me how long we have up here Away from everything we fear Cause I don't wanna come back down tonight I swear I will fight until we're the last to stand Until it's you left holding my hand And oh our love will burn so bright
"she's got the kind of looks that defy gravity" shakira 'don't bother' "loud and proud" like, everyone says that, right? "treat others as they treat you" jesus, the golden rule (may be worded incorrectly, but that's the basic idea). "i wanna be a poweece officer *wide eyes*" probably about half my kindergarten class "i wanna take you to the gar bar" electric six "you're as cute as a button" ingrid (her mom--talking to me) "boop boop de doop" betty boop (obviously) "this one last girl you mentioned, smile one last shot at redemption," relient k "i hear the whispered words, in the masterpiece beautiful, you speak the unspeakable" flyleaf 'i want to be there for you' "dontcha wish your girlfriend was a FREAK like me" pussycat dolls 'dontcha' "we need to tone it up a notch" david bromsted um...okie, so not the best way of describing her, but doing it in normal words is hard too....she just too awesome
in my head your nails dig into my back and your legs tighten around my hips as they grind into your sweet pink lips
in my head i am cluthing the end of our new toy with my inner muscles and i slip the other end carefully inside you your soft moans start as i had hoped they would
in my head we are pushing and pulling against eachother our muscles contracting everything tightening and loosening at the same time
in my head you lie on your side and i hold you from behind, my dear little spoon. i press my breasts close and slide my leg between yours to seperate them as i carress your curves
in my head your soft skin is sweating against mine as i slam into your tight little crevice that you have hidden from the rest of the world
in my head my rubber cock is deep inside you work your g-spot aswell as mine
in my head you are wearing nothing-- not even socks of course, neither am i
in my head our moans serenade eachothers will to keep going harder faster i keep going strong
in my head you carefully rest your back against my knees and your hands pull at your own hair as my own hands grab your ass bring your sweet lips closer more for me to eat
in my head your clit is hard against my lips as i tug as i pull as i like
in my head my fingers are swimming inside of you i love the feel of the rough and smooth skin found only on the inside
in my head i hold you close as you breath softly against my chest and you tell me that you can hear my heart beat and i tell you that my heart is serenading you it's singing you a lullaby
i don't know if i would choose to full-out control them, but a little decision here and there would be nice. if i could choose what to dream about then i would want it to be about me and myriam--a happy dream about me and myriam. as for the details, i think it would be best if i let my brain come up with that.
I think about and plan for the future quite a bit, as far as future colleges and such, but I don't think it interferes with my ability to live in the moment. In fact, I think it pushes me to d o better in the moment, because by remember what I want to do with my life, I can make the right decisions now. Because all the at I do now affects my future.
today, i went to the beach with myriam's family, and her, her brother and i all got tar all over our feet within fifteen minutes. we soon left (we were at huntington beach, by the way). when we got back, Ingrid (myriam's mom) googled how to get tar off, and it said nailpolish remover, so we worked at out tarry feet for a good ten minutes, until myriam ran over to her neighbor's house to ask them if they had anything to get rid of tar. They gave us "goo gone" and i t worked really well, and we got hte majority of it off within 5 minutes, and it didn't burn myriam's sensitive feet (my feet are heavily calloused). So ya, just thought you should all be warned to not only stay away from huntington beach, but that if you do get tar, on anything, that goo gone works really well.
It's night's like these I wonder what it would've been like if I had said no. just one word, could have changed everything. i wouldn't have you.
that's hard to imagine, life without you , that is. you're not just part of it, you are it. i know it's cheesy, but it's true.
oh myriam, i write you bad poetry, i bitch about every little thing sometimes i don't call and sometimes i call to often. someitmes i lie, and tell you that i'm not reading when i'm at a good part in the book and sometimes i keep on going when you tell me to stop. half the time i don't listen to anything you say, and the other half the time i hear it then purposely forget it later.
i'm so bad to you, i wonder why you're here. though, i am usually pondering te happiness that you bring trying to figure out what it is that makes you so amazing. so far all i have is that you're myriam. and you're just awesome like that.
i don't think i[ll call this a poem. it'd be really sad if i did. though that may have some to do with the fact that's it's quarter to 3 am and you've been asleep for hours.
but i can't sleep i miss you too much.
this sucks, i'm hurting in my chest. it's a deep, almost echoing ache resonating from withing my chest, notifying me that you're not here. hello, i can tell, i don't need your 'help' thankya very much!
oh myriam, it feel so good to think your name. i want to say it soo much. but my room has been quiet for quite some time now, andi don't know if im ready to end the silence just yet.
i'm getting tired. i think i'll go to sleep good night, my love and anyone else who is currently worse off than i am wandering livejournal posts and reading noteven poetry that's a good one (not really) tha'ts what gonna call this noteven poetry. thank you people who wander livejournal, in leading me to find the name for whatever the helll kind of literature i'm writing
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good night, moon, or good morning, if you have a mathematical stick up your ass.
good night, myriam
and good nigh,t live journal. i'm sorry for putting you through this, lovies.
Mirroring an angelic being You have seem to glow Rendering my senses useless I am turned immobile At a meer look from your Merciless eyes myriam, i love you.