| The Way Life Goes © Sarah White On hands and knees she takes the man in who feels like a baker the way he kneads. He moans. For a span they run around, mix it up, order out. Then, they resume. One time, she's surprised by two moans, neither stronger than the other or harder than the tears behind her lens when she walks against the wind. |
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| i want to write you all a worthwhile entry, but at the same time i really don't want to type. |
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| this was a long hard week. especailly a long wesdenday to friday.
eating is important. not eating will give u a headche.
words of wisom.
and i don't know how much longer i can survive this year |
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| so about the last entry... nothing happened with anyone with that. it was a potential thing that was there, but as usual not an actual thing.
is undateable a word or do i have to say it is? well just to be safe i say it is. |
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| i would've let u wrap ur arms around me
and i know ur not reading this
but that's gone anyway
oh what a disapointment u were |
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