Imagine a life where all your time is spent on the things you want. I’m writing to let you know that today is your final day of undefined future. Do what you want. All over the world, people are rewriting their own future. (A poem by Kevin Harrell)
May 18, 2012
Here are many people – little and big young and old growing up or down again Here are many people A great multitude of persons LOCKED! Seeking out some crevices and not finding any Despairing whispers break out Others moan and lament A ghostly sound lingering So flawed and broken
March 28, 2012
You were mistaken, my dear in supposing I have no apprehensions for myself. I was determined to be discreet to be as quiet as possible - and I have been so, my dear. I have been called sacred, the greatest simpleton on earth born to be romantic not provoking or jealous But… [Read more…]
March 27, 2012
I perfectly comprehend you - the generosity and delicacy of your notions, of your conduct; Doing everything one could for a woman, a girl a pretty girl; sweet-tempered with the beauty of an angel. I thoroughly comprehend you and I shall never disagree. The love I feel for you I would rather deny. You shall… [Read more…]
March 23, 2012
Her angry voice, her resentment all addressed in a letter which spoke so much contrition and despondence, but was bewailing the circumstance of a boy - a fellow, who could not take care of her and only provided her cruelty instead of love.
March 22, 2012
All the comforts and consequences of education, fortune, or connexions have made a man desire for an absolute spirit of activity, which could not be satisfied.
March 20, 2012
When our minds run out of working memory with no recollection or without comprehending any of the words your attention absorbed any left over to remember a part said in a statement overall thoughts drift away, finding positive creative and inventive moments Is likely noted. (by LJ at The Orange Wit)
March 13, 2012
One whole being Together in the flesh A union revealed Mysteries and destinies Carries within the secrets of love One beloved… Twin souls… Never apart in their spirits (by Vladimir Villamor)
March 12, 2012
The amazing years of having no scruples and reluctance afforded me the life I had always longed for. So go steadily on, with every probability of greater happiness than in any yet passed through.
March 4, 2012
Gentility, pursuits, pride and fortune bore no proportion to the infinite mortification of missing the luxuries of love.
May 21, 2012
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