Thoughts and Feelings
_ he thought to himself.
Daddy Dementia
I had never given a single thought about my dad's musical tastes before now. i always figured it was something god awful like classical or oldies.
Becoming: Part 1 -Lost
\*Hello everyone, this is my first story that I've every posted on the web, so I apologize in advance if there are any mistakes. If there are any formatting errors, it is most likely because I am doing this on my IPod. Constructive Criticism is always...
Mist and Memories
People's lives are made up of Mist and Memories. For, that is all anyone ever truly sees. We spend our lives walking through the mist. Never seeking to see what lies beyond our outstretched wrist. We spend our time looking at the memories we've...
Walking through the woods during a snowstorm
Walking through the woods during a snowstorm has always been an experience I enjoy. Using it to clear my mind of all the worries and frustrations that had built up over time. Doing so I have always felt at peace with the world and myself at these...
Cohabitation - April
He wasn't today, but that didn't make it any more comfortable - it was like watching an invalid try to eat, jake was so slow about it and dragged it out so long, lyle rather thought he wouldn't manage it.
Lucien's Tale-Chapter One:Fear and other feelings
"no, i thought you would like to tell him yourself, "king said."tell me what and i don't care if your gay, cause i'm gay too," artie laughs.
Hurt
I thought about all my friends, my family, i thought about how many fucking times i've apologised for doing something awful to them to only do it again and again. they always say _'it's okay, we understand you struggle sometimes.
Thought You Were Sleeping
"thought you were...ugh...taking a breather..." the lion grumbled without eye contact to the seated panther. jarvis hissed as he felt his cock slide out of its sheath.
burning thoughts
Eyes floating in my mind lost in my thoughts of your beautiful skin, feeling your taste and sound run through me as i think of your eyes still staring at me in my mind burning a hole into my soul
Poem #39: Memories
_memories_ these thoughts might leave i fear, i hope to never lose; thoughts held so dear, memories are not whom, but whose.
Remembering Dasher Cheetah ... Some Thoughts We Shared about 7 Years Ago ...
They were thoughts he and i might not have wanted to share publicly, but through pm's, we were both able to express some deep thoughts that, under the present circumstances of his passing, might be of benefit to others.