Our Secret HallsIt was in the hallways after school. Our secret spot. The little bit of alone time we were allowed. Not as private as we would like, but we made do with what we had. We wasted no time, for time was precious. The instant we were alone, our bodies connected, like two magnets drawn together with a force unknown to human kind. What we felt wasn't human. It was beyond human comprehension. It was love beyond love. It was passion beyond passion.Our Secret Halls
I felt my emotions flooding free, like water freed from a dam. There was no controlling it. All there was to do was to stand back and wait for the power to take over. My breathing gets heavier
Give me a guideHow much should I make you suffer Before I can finally forgive you? How much does your suffrage matter When compared to mine? Equally questionable, how much does my suffrage matter When compared to yours? It's a sad day, when mother and child turn from each other A day when no birds sing, no children laugh When is a reason good enough to justify a lack of care? How long is too long to keep from forgiving? Mothers are there to give guidance So who can tell me- I need someone to tell me- What should I do now?Give me a guide
Redefining The SenseIt is an exploration of the sense A zap of passion with every new inch our fingers feel Giving a whole new definition to the word "touch" In a moment of intense love and ultimate bliss We have eyes only for each other On a new world made for us alone Lips finally meet lips with a strong burst of pleasure I taste only you, sweater then any candy I am a glutton, my craving for you unending Separating after much too short a time Still, my head falls to your shoulder, fitting perfectly And I inhale, taking in your sweet scent Just when I think everything is perfect, you makeRedefining The Sense
Invent a person, not a labelLife is a road with many twists, turns, and bumps Every person is an indevidual driver, and each driver is different We have on this Earth the nervous driver Who stops the car at every turn, afraid to see waht surprise comes next Who slows the car over bumps, hoping to cling to a false sense of smoothness We have on this Eath the casual driver WHo does nothing more then follow the main road Living their life as if reading a script We have on this Earth the reckless driver Who meets each obstacle head on, ready o battle anything trying to stop them Who lives each day as if death is noInvent a person, not a label
by £deviantWEAR
by £deviantWEAR
| Photographed by my wonderful, talented sister *Asustadizo |
16, and older by the day
Dead
But the best gift was from 
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sometimes i wonder...why do you think i care...
you! the one with the face!
Oh its just a girl... No its a woman, beware! No 2 women, your dead...
~V
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Eric Kripke owns my soul...
Jensen and Jared own my heart...
And Misha takes my breath away...
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c(") I'm french, so sorry if my english is weird
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~Maru Osiris Katsuya
Thanks for the
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~stars must shine
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