It's wonderful, this love thing. Why should it make any sense? When I think about the reasons I'm in love with Debbie, okay, she's kind, she's funny, she's loving. But that's not it. Not really. There are other people in the world that are kinder, that are funnier, that are more loving than she is, but she makes me happy just being around her. It makes absolutely no sense, but I wouldn't trade it for anything.
To me, the internet seems the natural place for a certain kind of ghost story. The late-night glow of the laptop screen; voices from another world... I found myself becoming increasingly fascinated by our growing dependence on the virtual world; the relationships we build there; the communities we create; the connections we make with people we may never meet in real life. This world can be a feast of friends, or the loneliest place on the planet. It's all a matter of perspective.
There is a sting — probably a monofilament of some kind because it can not be seen by the human eye; yet it is durable enough to maintain its strength for a lifetime, and it is long enough to reach across oceans.
I need a friend more than I need space.
Finding someone you can't imagine a life without, it's hard.
My legs broken, my back is weak
Those words got whispered, those words meant nothing
Someone peel the skin. from the back of my neck
It's time to get up now, it's time to go
Everything I touch, it rots away
I can build a life, out of this cures
The use wears off, like drying blood
My flesh is healthy, I can survive.
Yeah, yo
You were that foundation
never gonna be another one, no.
I followed, so taken, so conditioned,
I could never let go.
Then sorrow, then sickness,
Then the shock when you flip it on me
So hollow, so vicious, so afraid
I couldn't let myself see
That I could never be held, back or up,
no, I hold myself.
Check the rep, yep, you know my mine well.
Forget the rest, let them know my hell.
There and back, yet my soul ain't sell.
Kept respect up the best they fell.
Let the rest be the tale they tell,
that I was there saying...
Alone in her apartment, she did not weep, she wailed aloud, an animal wailing. When Sonny did not come to see her for almost three weeks she subsisted on sleeping pills, liquor, and her oVn anguish. The pain she felt was physical pain, her body ached. When he finally did come she held on to his body at almost every moment.
Our dependency makes slaves out of us, especially if this dependency is a dependency of our self-esteem. If you need encouragement, praise, pats on the back from everybody, then you make everybody your judge.
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