dama-di-rosso

stop staring and come closer. i don't bite.

Interesting...

The sight of his name melts me. His presence is a twister - rips, bruises, kills, and so luscious.

"like an abandoned school, I have no principal."

stagnant, like water in a pond. stagnant, like a lily floating still. stagnant, like the surrendered ice melting away. stagnant, yet enlightened.

I declare that I have a sound mind filled with good thoughts, not thoughts of defeat. By faith, I am well able. No obstacle can defeat me, because my mind is programmed for victory.

it is not the strongest of the species that survive, nor the most intelligent, but the one most responsive to change.

the more i know, the less i understand. all the things i thought i knew, i'm learning again. i've been tryin' to get down to the heart of the matter. but my will gets weak and my thoughts seem to scatter. but i think it's about forgiveness. even if, even if.

Interesting...

The sight of his name melts me. His presence is a twister - rips, bruises, kills, and so luscious.

Sometimes when I consider what tremendous consequences come from little things, I am tempted to think that, after all, there are no little things.

it is not the strongest of the species that survive, nor the most intelligent, but the one most responsive to change.

it is not the strongest of the species that survive, nor the most intelligent, but the one most responsive to change.

it is not the strongest of the species that survive, nor the most intelligent, but the one most responsive to change.

Interesting...

The sight of his name melts me. His presence is a twister - rips, bruises, kills, and so luscious.

Your story may not have such a happy beginning but that doesn't make you who you are, it is the rest of your story, who you choose to be.

Your face reminds me of a wrench, every time I think of it my nuts tighten up.

The sight of his name melts me. His presence is a twister - rips, bruises, kills, and so luscious.

when it's too much to bare, memories erase; a disappearing act, deserving of our thanks. When it surfaces, just hold your breath and swim. Just swim.

Funny how a lot of girls instinctively look at their own chest whenever my eyes meet theirs. It's as if they're checking to see if they forgot to wear a bra, or something.

where have you brought me, signore? mi sono perso...