Without the bitter the sweet aint as sweet
Passion, friendship, love, loyalty, trust . . . if you found the right person . . . you really could have it all.
You are told from the moment you enter school that time is constant. It never changes. It is one of those set things in life that you can always rely on… much like death and taxes. There will always be sixty seconds in a minute. There will always be sixty minutes in an hour. And there will always be twenty-four hours in a day. Time was not fluctuating. It moved on at the same, constant pace at every moment in your life. And that was the biggest load of crap that I’d ever been taught in school.
Sometimes family was the cruelest form of love there was, for no one could hurt you more than the people who created you.
Love doesn’t exactly come with an off switch.
I want to be someone’s everything. I want fire and passion, and love that’s returned, equally. I want to be someone’s heart.
You know you’re permanent, right?
Ethics and I had crossed paths recently, and I’m not sure that I fell on the right side of the morality line.
You wouldn’t think sex could actally be a workout, but if done right.
It’s better to say goodbye, to move on, to end the lie.