This house, no, THAT house held many things. In it’s wall grew a tangle of thoughts, emotions, musings wanderings, knotted together with desire, hope, love and courage decaying with anger, misunderstanding, insecurity and indifference This house, no, THAT house was built on a strong yet unsteady foundation of fascination That house (yes, I’ve learnt [...]
cortneyking: “SWEETHEART, do not love too long: I loved long and long, And grew to be out of fashion Like an old song. All through the years of our youth Neither could have known Their own thought from the other’s, We were so much at one. But O, in a minute she changed— O do [...]
krapax: there is no cure for this madness that is lovethere is no pillor ointmentor therapy for this ailmentthere are only kissesand hugsand cuddly little sessions of intimacyand romancebeneath white ceilingsand squeaky fansdark hands hold tightto each otherundercovers so this madness is shared between them.