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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 10:17 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 3:56 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 11:30 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 6:56 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 9:33 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 3:42 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 7:24 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 5:22 pm
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Double posting, but it's not my fault that others are so slow.
Okay, this is not exactly a quote, but a 'line' from a play I wrote two years ago for a school play.
"He’s never there for me anymore; he never treats me like he loves me. Not to mention that my life isn’t so perfect at the moment. It’s like…it’s like every bad thing that happens in my life are like little droplets of water, dousing my inner flame, until all that is left are the ashes, which continue to live, but live no real life at all. I feel my life slipping away from my control, and each day that Derek is not by my side, I fall further into that empty void. I need to feel loved again; I need those small gestures of tenderness, like a touch of a hand or small words of adoration, to spark that flame inside of me back to life." - Chime Elf
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 6:53 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 1:31 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 1:36 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 7:58 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 8:28 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 6:50 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 7:53 am
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