Really stuck on things to write about… suggestions??
I love the way he holds my hand
I love the way he kisses my forehead
I love the way he is proud to call me his girl in front of anyone
I love how he treats me well
I love the way he hates it when I touch his hair
I love the way he calls my name
I love that small gap between his teeth
I love the way he has passion about the things that mean the most to him
But most of all I love the way he loves me for who I am
And I’m off again back to Amanzimtoti. The freedom you want can sometimes come with a cost of certain relationships , some that aren’t worth losing . And clearly I have one of them so here I am moving back to make sure I don’t lose that special someone. How many of you would move for the person you love ? Do you think it’s a risk worth taking ? Well I certainly do.
Don’t pretend to be my best friend if you’re going to talk about me behind my back . Simple , I don’t have time for you.
Not a Homophobe at all , in fact I have 3 Homosexual friends. All I want to know though is if you choose to be Homosexual why is it you feel the need to have a “male” and a “female” in the relationship. The reason you choose to be gay is because you want to be with the same gender as you are so why then act like a girl if you aren’t attracted to girls , why not both act like men or both act like woman because that’s the reason you chose your sexuality in the first place. Because you like your own gender . Not hating at all , just curious 🙂
Amazing words ❤️
Shatter me with your passion and send my soul into the wind. That I may fly towards another and share your words. Cradle me against the torrent of humanity, the tears of anger and sadness of others wash over me. I close my eyes to the pain of the world for a second, a second just to myself… Laying down the boulders of others, I take up my own cross and begin to climb The Hill. Inadvertently I follow the footsteps of others, but I do not share their trials or their story. The mud from their tears provides a fresh pavement for my own footsteps to leave their impression. A trail of humanity for the next.