Frozen yogurt is tastier than ice cream, nobody is too old for cartoons, bald men are sexy, chocolate is the best medicine, BIG books are better, cats secretly rule the planet, and everything should be available in the color pink, including monster trucks.
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The world around me was oblivious, but for once, I felt absolute
happiness world happy joy me infinite absolute
Whether I fail or succeed shall be no man's doing but my own.I am the force.
force inspiration inspiring book me
Sometimes I feel as though there are two me's, one coasting directly on top of the other: the superficial me, who nods when she's supposed to nod and says what she's supposed to say, and some other, deeper part, the part that worries and dreams.. Most of the time they move along in sync and I hardly notice the split, but sometimes it feels as though I'm two whole different people and I could rip apart at any second.
life thoughts feelings me
Life is hell, at some point we all just have to get used to it.
life people live person me hell us
Who are you?Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?I have. I am fucking crazy. But I am free.
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Ultima came to stay with us the summer I was almost seven. When she came the beauty of the llano unfolded before my eyes, and the gurgling waters of the river sang to the hum of the turning earth. The magical time of childhood stood still, and the pulse of the living earth pressed its mystery into my living blood.
mystery beauty childhood me river
I am.I'm here.I'm me. Are the mystery.?
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Could it be that this house is haunted?I'm face to face with shapeless shadow, Though I stand alone. Could it be that there's a presenceInside this house, Besides my own?The garden fades from green to grey, The fading focus of Goodbye.I let out a sigh.I swallow the urge to cry. Out of this house and onto the street.. Vacant, empty spaces in the faces I meet. Anywhere on earth, Any time of day, The echoed sound of all I say, Of all I hear and in all I see.. Shadows, Phantom faces, Not haunting places. Haunting ME.
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I hear my silence talked of in every lane; The suppression of a cry is itself a cry of pain.
truth me stoicism
Women need a reason to have sex, while men just need an angle
women need reason me
I am the perfect version of me.
writing write me
Only write a story that only you can write.
writing story book person write me you
The orange of the golden carp appeared at the edge of the pond.... We watched in silence at the beauty and grandeur of the great fish. Out of the corners of my eyes I saw Cico hold his hand to his breast as the golden carp glided by. Then with a switch of his powerful tail the golden carp disappeared into the shadowy water under the thicket.
beauty me fish
Today I am in control because I want to be. I have my fingers on the switch, but have lived a lifetime ignoring the control I have over my own world. Today is different.
change control today different me
Nobody can change the world. But you can make a difference.
change me
The sun was good. The men of the llano were men of the sun. The men of the farms along the river were men of the moon. But we were all children of the white sun.
men good me moon sun
No lightno darkno you no meknow lightknow darkknow youknow me
light dark me you know
Living is too hard right now. Dying is easy. Let me die.
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There is no me. I do not exist. There used to be a me, but I had it surgically removed
self me
I wanted to stay.. Me.
I had been afraid of the awful presence of the river, which was the soul of the river, but through her [Ultima] I learned that my spirit shared in the spirit of all things.
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If we take memetics seriously then the 'me' that could do the choosing is itself a memetic construct: a fluid and ever-changing group of memes installed in a complicated meme machine.
ego me
I have always swung back and forth between alienation and relatedness. As a child, I would run away from the beatings, from the obscene words, and always knew that if I could run far enough, then any leaf, any insect, any bird, any breeze could bring me to my true home. I knew I did not belong among people. Whatever they hated about me was a human thing; the nonhuman world has always loved me. I can't remember when it was otherwise. But I have been emotionally crippled by this. There is nothing romantic about being young and angry, or even about turning that anger into art. I go through the motions of living in society, but never feel a part of it. When my family threw me away, every human on earth did likewise.
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It really is the year 2007. Which means I must be.. Oh my God. I'm twenty-eight.I'm old.
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