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twist
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misstree drunk...again.
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there are few people who can twist a knife like you can, and i put it there myself, and if that's all i get of you, it will have to be enough. i wouldn't trade it for anything.
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bespeckled
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Yeah, i hope it hurt. You deserve it. Because you hurt all the time, and don't think twice about it. The one thing I ask you not to call me, you call me. Not the exact words, but the meaning is still the same. I know exactly what you meant. And how sad is it when you have to ask someone not to call you a fucking bitch anyway? How deep can his love even possibly go? Love doesn't act like that. It just doesn't. Thank God I made the right decision, you'll hear me thinking now. Thank God I'll never end up in your bedroom, listening to you call me a whore bitch, cunt, fuck, or anything else you come up with (because you will), while crying in my head because I ever married you. I hope it hurts.
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bijou
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i feel like people stare a little longer than they should. i guess it's still not that common to see a dark african man with a white girl. but i think they look because they're thinking "man, they look beautiful together." a little girl asked to have her picture taken with us because she liked the "chocolate and vanilla together."
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050710
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what's it to you?
who
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