Some hurts can never be mended" he said. "No matter how much time passes. They tattoo themselves on our souls

Lips to lips, mouth to mouth, Comes the speaker of the shrouds, Suck in the spirit, speak the words, Let secrets of the dead be heard.

Surrender your expectations. Surrender your doubts. Surrender your fears. Surrender your strengths. Surrender your anger. Surrender your control.

Hate can only exist where people refuse to speak out against it.

How Do you spell relax?" I whispered, holding his head with my hands. I think the answer is f-u-c-k-m-e." He answered.

And before you ask, I don't ask what equipment my lovers have, merely if they want to play.

Words can be powerful allies. Or enemies