Nothing can drive one closer to his own insanity than a haunting memory refusing its own death.
Pursuit and seduction are the essence of sexuality. It’s part of the sizzle
“Reason is not automatic. Those who deny it cannot be conquered by it.”
Freedom is what you do with what’s been done to you.
When a good man is hurt, all who would be called good must suffer with him.
Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn’t people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?
I’m a very simple person and simple things make me happy.
I enjoy cooking and baking
Strawberry rhubarb in puff pastry would you like one?
My pets make me laugh and makes me happy because they love me for who I am.
My granddaughters give me a chance to enjoy them and explore the world with them.
My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.
Is being an asshole hereditary or is it an acquired taste ?
‘The past is never where you think you left it.’
Don’t forget to show hospitality to strangers, for some who have done this have entertained angels without realizing it! 3 Remember those in prison, as if you were there yourself. Remember also those being mistreated, as if you felt their pain in your own bodies.
What is food to one man is bitter poison to others.
If you’re born to be hanged, then you’ll never be drowned
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
God sends meat and the devil sends cooks.
“Normal is an illusion. What is normal to the spider is chaos to the fly.”
How can I be substantial if I do not cast a shadow? I must have a dark side also If I am to be whole.
During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act.
You have tried so hard to get me out of your mind but you cannot. I hold everything you want in a woman and I don’t know who has a faker smile, you or Meghan Markle.
Both of you are in empty relationships that you try to make work.
Do what you must because one day you will do what you really want.
I miss our conversations and if you ever want to chat catch me on Skype.
“There are three types of lies – lies, damn lies, and statistics.”
What greater thing is there for two human souls, than to feel that they are joined for life–to strengthen each other in all labor, to rest on each other in all sorrow, to minister to each other in all pain, to be one with each other in silent unspeakable memories at the moment of the last parting?
The sea is dangerous and its storms terrible, but these obstacles have never been sufficient reason to remain ashore… Unlike the mediocre, intrepid spirits seek victory over those things that seem impossible… It is with an iron will that they embark on the most daring of all endeavors… to meet the shadowy future without fear and conquer the unknown.
Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
We don’t realize that, somewhere within us all, there does exist a supreme self who is eternally at peace.
When are you going to launch a very feminine and sexy lingerie line??? You might want to look into under the breast sweat pads for ladies. There’s a very large market all women sweat under the boobs
It is the very error of the moon. She comes more nearer earth than she was wont. And makes men mad.
Life is about choices. Some we regret, some were proud of. Some will haunt us forever.
Few people have the imagination for reality.
He sat back on the lounge with a drink in his hand. He realized he drank too much but that’s the only way he could make it through the day.
Like so many others he found himself with wondering eyes and a deflated go. He fell for a girl that was thirty years his junior.
He fell hard and left home, moved in with his girlfriend and filed for a divorce.
It started out with innocent flirting and before he knew it he was flying high emotionally.
He left the safety of his lair to something quite exciting and mind boggling.
This girl was the eye of the hurricane that destroyed his family. She was the cause, or so some thought that lead him astray.
Truth be known he was totally besotted and just like so many middle aged men his dick lead him.
He realized he didn’t want to remarry or have more kids. He had already crossed those bridges. It would be a matter of time before she started the “let’s get married” bullshit and he wanted no part of it.
He missed his family and decided to try to breathe new life into his marriage.
What they both knew to be true is they always had to be doing something or going somewhere. They didn’t know how to be together and enjoy the silence.
His wife was happy to have him back in the fold and he had enjoyed moments but he wasn’t happy no he just played the part.
He would think about his life and think about his ex mistress. He wondered what she was doing with her life and he admitted she had been fun but just wanted to much from him.
His wife had gone to great lengths to give him a birthday to remember, a surprise party to celebrate his years on this earth.
Truth was he already knew about the party. He just didn’t want to hurt his wife so he kept his trap shut and dove into the bottle.
His golden years would bring opportunities like celebrity jeopardy or dancing with the stars, maybe a commercial like viagra.
One would think that he would change his ways but he still loved pornography and reading erotica both of which controlled his thoughts.
He still loved the fantasies his mind could conjure up. He read blogs and visited his porn sites regularly.
He knew he drank to much which helped him forget how truly unhappy he was but what else was there to do?
I know the second you read the title you started to laugh. You may have even laughed out loud and making those around you wondering what is so funny.
If only they knew, if only they knew the real you. You hide behind the smile and give those around you the impression o fuck back to farts and women.
Truth be known women do not fart we have tiny explosions between our legs. If you believe that then I’m sure you wouldn’t find it suspect for a nun to be kneeling in a cucumber field.
There are several different types of farts. There is the wet fart which is a hiccup of shit then there’s the fart that is a series of small but rapid farts. Then not least is the end silent but deadly fart. It introduces itself by being silent but sends into the room a horrendous odor.
So do tell why do we think farting is so funny? I think a sense of humor is as important as being honest.
It is in your moments of decision that your destiny is shaped.
Evil is unspectacular and always human, and shares our bed and eats at our own table.
Better than a thousand days of diligent study is one day with a great teacher.
Evil is always devising more corrosive misery through man’s restless need to exact revenge out of his hate.
Three can keep a secret, if two of them are dead.
One day you will be bronzed into a movie and one day you will finally allow yourself to be the real you.
Don’t think IBF doesn’t know your mind is elsewhere GOB
“Some of us think holding on makes us strong but sometimes it is letting go.”
People like to say that the conflict is between good and evil. The real conflict is between truth and lies.
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore, trust the physician and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility.
“All things truly wicked start from innocence.”
Whoever undertakes to set himself up as a judge of Truth and Knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the gods.
The timing of death, like the ending of a story, gives a changed meaning to what preceded it.
It is a man’s own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways.
People often say that this or that person has not yet found himself. But the self is not something one finds, it is something one creates.
To die is poignantly bitter, but the idea of having to die without having lived is unbearable.
Do not boast about tomorrow, for you do not know what a day may bring.
Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul
Life is a series of choices and all we can do is make them.
One day she woke up different.
She woke up with a purpose that didn’t depend on pleasing other people.
She woke up with a burning desire to strip back her life of anything that didn’t bring her joy.
She was done with comparison.
She was over perfection.
She realised that anything which cost her her peace, was just too expensive.
She knew, suddenly, that fair-weather friends, were far too common. That only a few had her in their heart.
And that was plenty.
She woke up that way, and her life changed forever.
The day she realised, that putting the key to your happiness in someone else’s pocket, is like throwing yourself in jail.
Life is far too short not to wake up this way too.
So wake up, my friend.
It’s a new day.
“Just like the lotus, we too have the ability to rise from the mud, bloom out of the darkness and radiate into the world.”
A fool’s paradise is a wise man’s hell.
To Follow by faith alone is to follow blindly.
The past is our definition. We may strive with good reason to escape it, or to escape what is bad in it. But we will escape it only by adding something better to it.
Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime.
I had to put down one of my yorkies in May and it broke my heart. I got another puppy in October and another the end of December and Elle loves to cuddle me and nap and Linsey likes my lap. I have become the crazy pet lady with 2 rescue cats and three Yorkies.
I love nature and animals and I like to lie on the grass and look into the sky and feel at peace.
The world is so unpredictable. Things happen suddenly, unexpectedly. We want to feel we are in control of our own existence. In some ways we are, in some ways we’re not. We are ruled by the forces of chance and coincidence.
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.
It’s not so important who starts the game but who finishes it.
Your memory is a monster; you forget – it doesn’t. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you – and summons them to your recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you!
“Children are like wet cement. Whatever falls on them makes an impression.”
Our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children’s future. And we are all mortal.
This post is for a specific individual, today is your birthday happy birthday my dear. I do hope you enjoyed your party and you are smart enough to get a yearly colonoscopy. Most people hate getting it but if you dont you could easily die from colon cancer like my dad did.
No man needs a vacation so much as the man who has just had one.
It is only in love and murder that we still remain sincere.
Illusion is needed to disguise the emptiness within.
The irrationality of a thing is no argument against its existence, rather a condition of it.
Nothing is so common as the wish to be remarkable.
The past year had been one of test after test. He found the single life to be trying and he missed having his family together and what the divorce had done to his boys.
He had separated from the wife but he missed the family events so he went back home with his tail between his legs.
He had traveled extensively chasing after happiness but he never was able to find it.
He tried like hell to snag just a bit of happiness by taking vacations, celebrating birthdays, holidays and anniversaries. He did achieve momentary happiness but that’s as far as it went.
She gushed all over her husband but her heart already knew he was only a temporary fixture in her life.
She tried so hard to recapture the emotional connection they once had. Their sex life was the same as she pretended to enjoy the feel of his body.
He loved his family and family is all he had ever known. He provided for all of them including close friends.
He felt responsible for his extended family but he allowed himself to get lost in helping others.
As long as he kept his mind busy he could forget about his inner unhappiness.
His smile was fake and his photographs screamed how lonely he truly was. He hid his pain in a bottle of liquor like so many others and he hated having to stay at least tipsy to be around the wife.
His children were almost grown and not long all of them would be on their own.
He loved the mother of his children but reconciling did not bring the peace within him that he had hoped for.
He couldn’t stop thinking about the woman he fantasized about. He was always lost in a world of pleasure and he tried to forget her to no avail.
She had the ability to see him as he truly was and not like one of his fans. All she wanted was a quiet life, a life enjoying nature’s wonders and someone to share her world.
She was a very sensual woman and she had her own secret fantasies. Her kinky side had been hidden for so long and she doubted she would ever meet a man that could fulfill her on all levels.
Her fantasy started with her staring out the window and getting lost in the vision of him shirtless. She could see herself walking towards him in a dress the color of light salmon and the silky fabric was a turn on.
Her nipples were erect and visible and her ass cheeks filled the dress out. She walked up to him and placed one hand on his cheek and the other hand on his crotch.
His cock filled the palm f her hand and she slowly stroked him. He had gotten lost in her eyes and all he wanted was her nakedness next to him.
She smelled like white shoulders cologne and her skin was so soft. Their lips met and mingled until they finally began a seductive French kiss.
He had kissed women before that made him hard and yes he wanted to fuck them. This woman was different on so many levels.
Yes, his cock was hard but he wanted more than sex. He wanted someone who made him laugh, someone that made him think, someone that was interesting and fun. He knew in his heart she was the one for him and that scared him so.
Their single kiss turned into a make out session. She then kissed his neck as she unbuttoned his shirt. Her hands roamed his chest and as she found his belt she began to lower herself onto her knees.
Looking up into his eyes she ran her tongue over her lips as she undid his belt, button and zipper. Slowly pulling his pants down she licked the tip of his cock.He was so turned on he almost shot his wad.
She wrapped her hand around his stiffness and guided it deeper and deeper into her throat as she stroked him with her hand.
He dug his hands into her hair and pushed her into his crotch. She knew how to please a man and a blow job, a great blow job was hard for a man to find.
Between her lips, mouth and hand she had easily brought him to the edge of an orgasm but refused to allow him release.
He couldn’t stand her constant teasing and he lifted her up off her knees. He turned her around quickly and bent her over the chair and thrust his cock into her wetness.
He was fucking her deep until she rotated her body and she was facing him. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she guided him to his knees as she sat on the chair.
Placing her legs on his shoulders she scooted her ass off the chair and up to his lips. Ordering him to lick her clit as she grabbed his head he began to lick and suck.
He was quite talented when it came to giving a woman an orgasm. He could tell she was ready to cum as she lifted her ass higher and higher. Screaming his name as she came and pulling his hair was the signs he waited to experience.
He removed her legs from his shoulders and had her wrap them around his waist as he picked her up and carried her to the bed.
His cock was throbbing and begging to fuck her so he guided his hardness into her lubricated opening and he fucked her deep and fast until he shot his hot cum.
She was calling his name and she finally had to push him to bring him back to the here and now. Finally responding to the mother of his children he told her some bullshit lie of what he had been thinking of.