I'm a strong believer that you practice like you play, little things make big things happen.
After a moment the king said, "So be it. " Zsadist cursed. Butch whistled low. Rhage bit into a Tootsie Pop.
Love can conquer everything but reality. Which will win every stinking time.
As always, Blay was the anchor who kept him from being swept away.
V rolled the Aquafina bottle between his palms. "How long have you wanted to ask me the question? About the gay thing. " "For a while. " "Afraid of what I'd say?" "Nope, because it doesn't matter to me one way or the other. I'm tight with you whether you like males or females or both. " V looked into his best friend's eyes and realized… yeah, Butch wasn't going to judge him. They were cool no matter what. With a curse, V rubbed the center of his chest and blinked. He never cried but he felt as if he could at this moment.
When she didn't continue, he shrugged. "Just let me bring you coffee. I want to wait on you. Makes me happy
And bottom line, without John by her side, everything seemed to be just a big, resounding meh.
If you go on loving a person deeply, by and by sex disappears. Intimacy becomes so fulfilling, then there is no need for sex; love is enough unto itself. When that moment comes then there is the possibility of prayer dawning upon you.
Volleyball is like going to church. . . many attend, but few understand.
The 'Crue' is not the hardest band to cover. There are no harmonies like the Eagles.
I'm not really into movies on dates because you can't chat it up.