Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Japanese Kissing Teacher

Pickles.


Private joke. :]


Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Long Dong Silver Dress Up

Daylight.



sketched smiling, look for the unique.
The finally see tomorrow, I snuggle in his arms, his warm breath on my neck.
our And I love you to infinity, as if to say again and again, yet knowing that one look is enough. I like to tell him I love him. Tell him I'm proud of him, and I need his presence, without which I'm not quite me.

I love beyond reason, beyond measure.
And all the warnings of the world will not change nothing, because it is my passion, my love and my future elsewhere.

Monday, January 26, 2009

Patient Remarks About Pediatricians In Markham

I always dreamed of being a gangster.


There are movies like this, that I saw for the first time with him. At the bottom of a red chair, my eyes juggling between his and the screen, just fascinated by her fascination I think. I know it irritates him that I set it like that so that the film is simply too good ... Either.

This does not detract from this film to see. And revise and revise again.
And especially to discover. I say no more.
Because Anna Mouglalis, Edouard Baer, Rochefort, Bashung, Arno ...
No, it's unexplainable.

Do Dogs Ever Get Tired Of Barking

When you go on Sunday ...





Planted in front of my computer screen, I review the moments I have shared with this man who has just returned home.

Two years, two short years that have not spun that we can not measure its real impact. And considering that the tears that have soaked the collar of my shirt at the moment smell more n'embaumait my room, I finally realized.

The open parenthesis on my lips and wrinkles around the eyes seem to be the marks of all that bind us to one another. The term can certainly seem a bit much, but I mean by "linking" this tender and reassuring relationship that immerses us in the sweetest of Utopias, thousands of miles down the credibility of the prejudices of youth, I feeling that one escapes while both of these ideas of life where love has more taste, more flavor, or flavor. Young, sensitive and perhaps a little blind, this self-persuasion is nevertheless successful. There were certainly tears, cries of pain to die. But pride and anger that we have sometimes shouting words beyond our thought, when this suffering is so intense experienced by a loving heart, and that hope is often lost, never exceeded that fits my breathing to the rhythm of his, and his body fights for mine. And beyond these doubts and the anguish of love sickly smiles are more signs of what we share. Exchanged glances, bursts of laughter, and his hands tighten around my waist at all these moments, we suggests that it is just might be time to believe in this immeasurable love, even if we must fight, and compromise. But just a little levity sometimes, for life is only tenderness and sweetness, a good agreement of you and me.

So I owe my incredible desire to live, my cheeks rosy with happiness and my hope invincible, a single man, which makes me believe in love , as stated B rel, "from the dawn light up at the end of the day".

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Fotos Gratis De Russianbare

"But you're the last, but you're the first ..."



David .
5 letters. A man. My Mr. D.
All my love, all my tears, all my smiles.

Beh yes, I love you .
PS: The title is a link.

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Light as a feather.



The winter was long. Cold, hard, and saddest of all those I have previously lived. I was also not really alive. Just nervous, distraught and exhausted. But winter is coming to an end. Finally.

Spring is coming. I extend my ear every morning. No bird in sight. And yet I feel lighter and more carefree than ever. The past is the past. I realized today.

either. My absence is therefore justified by the simple reason that I love. And unhappy. , But now I'm in love. And light, light, light. And love. And alive. And love, too. Like what, any excuse will do to prevent from sticking to the screen one hour to post on his blog. Here is the paradox of a blogger as weaned me yesterday, angry, frightened, too frightened to write to strangers. And today, happy, loving and thirsting for reality, everything against him.

So why and how my absence.
I will from time to time, certainly for some shots, a few words, some bits of my life with and for Mr. D., always always always and in any light please.

Ps: thx Laeticia good plan for Pola dive at you. :)