And I watched, so closely…following the back of her car with my eyes until it disappeared into the sunset. Where had all the time gone? The summer had just begun, now I was facing the end of it…left with bittersweet memories of impromptu road trips and promises made as we toasted our glasses of lavender lemonade. Laughter tickled my earlobes and I broke out into waves of ecstatic emotion…I hope she comes back soon.
Be Fabolous Today
rekindling feelings
A memorabilia of my experiences throughout of PLAYING ALONG rather being PLAYED ALONG.
JGomez
eat - dream - conquer
Sand and salt under my feet, moon over my head. I am an artist living in Florida. Works available at https://www.Society6.com/sandsaltmoon
food, photography, & an occasional narrative
Intelligent Black Thought.
comments on labour, birth, and breastfeeding
I am a footstep on the sands of time, I am an ink mark on an empty paper, without stanzas, without rhymes
The writings of Francis Winifred
love each other like you are the lyric and they are the music
Tasty, Plant Based Eats! By: Olivia Lydia
love, sex, happiness, poetry
My poetry is my religion.
I write poetry to express what's on my mind or how I feel
How to become a midwife, midwifery motivation and inspiration
Thoughts, inspirations, sensualities.
Erotic Poetry and Stories
My oasis in the desert of the living.
Thx to all the lovely people who spare their precious time, to read my poor texts🙏🏽🍀😘
I want to be rich. Rich in love, rich in health, rich in laughter, rich in adventure and rich in knowledge. You?
« me arrodillo por las noches ante tigres que no me dejarán ser - lo que fuiste no será otra vez - los tigres me han encontrado pero no me importa. »
Critical. Crazy. Catastrophic.
I do not TRUST, I BELIEVE. 😄
