One day you think: I want to die. And then you think, very quietly, actually I want a coffee. I want a nap. A sandwich. A book. And I want to die turns day by day into I want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friends, I want to sit in the sun. I want a cleaner room, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else, I want to live.
when he looks like a man, smells like a man, walks like a man, dresses like a man, acts like a man, has the aura of a man, calls me “baby; my girl; my wife.” a strong masculine man that makes you feel girly. a man so serious about you and life. a “touch her and you’ll die” kind of man. big arms, tall and looks like he could throw you 20ft away with one arm kind of man!!! all you have to worry about around him is which perfume you’re wearing today and not have to worry about anything else, because he takes action/control like a man!!!!!!