Can we still be friends? That's really what I'm after because even though I see that we cannot go on like this, I cannot live without you. Can we still be best friends? Can I still hold you and can you still run your fingers through my hair when I'm upset? Can I still trust you? ....When our promises are being broken already? I. Am.
new-age nomad
win- exactly!!!
Ace: I like the sound of your life a lot. :) Steven: The reason I'm not able to go turn off facebook completely is because I'm a traveler, and it's my only connection to dozens of people I would otherwise lose contact with.
nice to meet you cardinal. I use to write on here in highschool, and I come back every now and again to relive the sense of family I found here. It was pretty different 10 years ago. Then again, facebook didn't exist. nice to meet you guys
bam. indeed.
whenever I forget why I love you so, I come back to Joeuser. And the old feeling is instant after just a few sentences. Flattery aside, you are an extraordinary man.
The irony of this post is not lost on me. I couldn't wait to share my thoughts with my fb friends about how social media is destroying us. I should say "our use of social media", as the invention is quite spectacular and useful in ways most don't utilize. I'm obviously not the first to observe this, but it's ignored on such a huge level that it bears repeating. Smart phones, Facebook, Texting.....all of it, is making us dull. It
this is one of my favorite things you've written. I can relate.
still reading, still amazed by you, assuming I always will be.
How did your 2009 go? did it work out for you?
You're absolutely right......but it's all in how you define success..... and discipline... and passion......
God strips security from us to make us reach full Glory. Actually, GOd doesn't do it.. We do. We all have the power to create, and to destroy. And, as cliche as it sounds, there really is no triumph without tragedy. Trinitie
Made me cry. Trinitie
Brandie: Lie bumps are exactly what I described them to be. Little abscessed taste buds that you can feel pulse on your tongue and become painful when eating and sometimes speaking. The look like fleshy strings that you should be able to pull out of your tongue like a worm (this is what I believed them to be as a child). I'm glad I interest you. I wish you could have come out with us that night we met. I'd have liked to get to know Texas Wahine better! 
I think you misunderstood his post. She does love him. Anything further, I'll let him tell you. ;) Dan's abnormal. Trinitie
Laying next to him = on the carpet with another person present. Deep? heh. Trinitie
I suppose it's a bit telling that for the majority of my trip, my tongue was completely covered in lie bumps...11 to be exact. I couldn't eat for days, and even speaking became a chore. I assumed that a high stress level inspired these extremely painful nuisances. Dan, my love, says these abscessed taste buds are your body telling you that it's trying to fight off an infection. Sevilla, Erica's mom, says it's an overload of acidity in your system. Jeremi
What a sweet, sweet story. You have a good husband. I'm actually a little jealous. Trinitie
What a sweet, sweet story. You have a good husband. I'm actually a little jealous. Trinitie
Of course there was always the desire to be with him, as far as that would carry her. She wanted him to breath only her scent and for his needs to be met by her presence alone. Whether it was caused by nature or environment, she wanted what everyone wanted: to call the person she saw as perfection and loved with a heart that he invented... her very own... and for him to feel the same way. But, beyond that...more than that...she wanted to crawl inside of him, live inside of him, be him
Are you worth her, Mark? If not, can you blame her? Would you trust you? Trinitie
I hope that when I'm 26, I'm as wise as you. Trinitie
If I had a pen, I would write this down. If my heart was still whole the world might not seem so harsh. Maybe I wouldn't have had to become this. If I would have kept my mouth closed I might not have given evil a way in. If my soul hadn't escaped I'd probably hold my chin above my chest and look less like a marionette. If my hands would stop shaking I'd be able to put my finger on what it is I'm missing. If I had a spirit, I might be resilient in a way
I suspected you were adorable. I assumed you had a lovable face. You are and you do. Trinitie