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Really hitting them out of the ball park now... -NATE- "Tiffany?" I asked as I pushed through the door into her room. "She's fine. Don't worry" Milly said to me, looking at me with slight disgust.
"He said" "She said" (Just put it to BED!) "I thought" "She thought" (ALLIES are sought!) "He/She is on a mission" (Mostly just SUSPICION!) "I won't say a thing" (Oh how those words...
All alone. Even with the contacts on my phone. Every one just disappeared. Something I feared. Leaving me alone with no one to talk to. What am I supposed to do. Alone here. No one to answer me.
Why is it that when someone says something we really don't like, we ask them to say it again even though we heard it perfectly the first time?.
*Chapt 13 part 1* ~Richs POV~ I sat in my car, humming. "You know," I say to myself. "Maybe I have some loose bills laying around or something." I got up from my seat and low and behold.
Step right up and take a shot, you been talking the talk, come let's see what you got. Come first forth and walk the walk, as this talk is so cheap, that you continuously squawk.
Sex is a weapon. A passion. A cure. Sex is just one thing. We all long for. But it's not just the one thing. That keeps us alive. There has to be love. And certainly trust. Or our relationship.
No Call No call today What does this mean. Have you surrendered. Or just waiting for a better moment. No call from you Not even a text What are you up to now. Have you found some other girl to hurt.
"We'll have it fixed by seven tonight." "Okay, thanks. Bye." Two days ago that happened, No more Opuss, why oh why?.
Incision?. There must be some mistake. "Sephy, I think I'm dead." "Dead. DEAD?. You can't be dead. That means I'm dead. We're not dead.
Why even talk. The words hold no value they are meaningless. Talk the talk but can you walk the walk. Talk is cheap. Words have no materialistic value. Penny for your thoughts. No I didn't think so.
Over and over, across and far away, Paths draw nearer with each passing day, Signal transceiver, electronic decipher, Contact is delivered via a machine's whisper.
Husband and wife... BEFORE MARRIAGE: Husband - Aaah. ...At last. I can hardly wait. Wife - Do you want me to leave. Husband - No. Don't even think about it. Wife - Do you love me. Husband - Of...
Don't be afraid of people's words. They can be changed, manipulated, calculated and carefully planned. Rather, be afraid of people's silence. Silence is deadly, unpredictable and confusing.
Is the cost of quietness and harmony really worth its price. Is all this running around good for us being all sweet and nice. Or do we find ourselves having too much to pay.
We really should be allowed to change our own comments. For example, if we press SEND before we've finished (grr!!!) or have an obvious spelling mistake and have a desperate need to fix it.
I'm afraid my darlings After tomorrow's dawned I will be away again For three days coming on. I might still be a-posting But the reading's a no-no Without your words what will I do.
Why do people comment. For reasons I don't know. Comments on everything, Things you say or show.
OCD compels me to complete this story. My question posted to six supermarkets went as follows...
For the silent man, His river runs very deep, Many think him mute in his speech, No one actually knows him, Or his thoughts or his feelings.
Omg...I don't understand Tbc.... dates of the band Lol.... but really I dont Rofl.... no I really won't FYI.... I'm very good Bogof... wish they would Pmsl.... No never do. Wtf.... Is wrong with you.
A Rose to say 'I love you',. A slap to say 'I don't'. A gold ring to say 'I do',. A scream to say 'I won't'. A book to say 'I'm reading'. A grin to say 'I'm glad'. A hug to say 'I'm sorry'.
We know that the world is a horrible place. It's not going to change with that look on your face. Try to remember the reason you're there, Before you decide that life isn't fair.
It's easy to say "I love you" It's not hard to think it too But how often is that thought true Not just a thought that's lied.