ellie đź’•
you are gorgeous
ellie đź’•
you are gorgeous
you are gorgeous
you are gorgeous
Love is a strange thing. Now, attraction I can understand. It’s biologic, it had an evolutionary need. Devotion, too, I understand. But love? It can be attraction, it can be devotion, it can be both, it can be neither. It is foreign, seemingly incorrect on so many levels.
Why is it that we fall in love? We love to say love is from the heart, but obviously a giant organ beating blood toward the re...
There once was a man who had a farm
But a drought killed his crops and the animals in his barn
Little did he know his crops were filled with ticks
But now they are gone so he doesn’t get sick
And now this man is in perfect health
So he lives to 102 with a lot of wealth
But then he learns his estranged son died, circumstances unclear
Whom he hasn’t spoken to in 20 years
He learns that his son h...
He had markings along his forearms and his neck, across the backs of his hands and into his abdomen. They weren’t scars, nor were they tattoos. They were stories.
When she first met him, she saw nothing unusual. He looked like an ordinary person. But as time passed and their hearts grew fonder, she could see a light glowing from within his blood, dancing and singing out to her.
His left bicep to...
_Our love will stand the test of time._
She wiped the dust off of the mirror, peering into it. Her own reflection stared back, but she hardly recognized herself. Her hair was disheveled and her face was muddy, after digging through the ruins all day. This was it. This was what she’d came for.
_She wiped the dust off of the mirror, peering into it. Her own reflection stared back, but she hardly r...
When life gets hard
Where the buildings tower
It’s time to stop
And smell the flowers
When life gets hard
Fading in a crowd
Just say my name
And say it loud
When life gets hard
With the same old routine
It’s time to leave
Behind all you’ve seen
When life gets hard
In the city air
Just say my name
You know that I care
Here life’s still hard
But it tastes so mellow
In a field of green
And blue a...
We used to meet here, in this secluded area underneath the bridge. We leaned against the stone wall and skipped rocks into the river. Cars rushed overhead, driven by people who knew where they were going and knew what they wanted.
We knew what we wanted too.
Alice wanted to be on Broadway. She had a beautiful voice and beautiful eyes. Tom wanted to hike Mount Everest. He was five foot two but hi...
She is intense. That’s what I love about her.
The way she moves is intense. The way she speaks is intense. The way she loves is intense.
She loves with a purpose. Love is important to her. She doesn’t say she loves this pizza, she loves dolphins, she loves the Beatles. Love isn’t something idle or something to be shared freely. Love is something she reserves and she only gives it when she knows ...
“Every night, when you close your eyes and drift off to the Dream World, you see Him. Every morning, when your alarm clock rings and you regain consciousness into the Real World, you see Him.
“He does not have a body. He does not have a face. He does not have a soul. He is not anyone or anything, he simply is.
“And here at Dream HQ we call him Bob! Everyone give it up for our Dream Catcher of th...