But then she started to float out of the real world, his world, and he became like a little boy trying to dam a stream with stones and mud, knowing that the water would always break through at a place he wasn’t looking.
I am dying: It’s a beautiful word. Like the long slow sigh of a chello: dying. But the sound of it is the only beautiful thing about it.
Hi there! My profile is an absolute mess right now, its kinda just turned into that place to throw stuff I want to save for later. Most of it is just stories and comments my friends wrote, although I’ll be removing a lot of that over the next few days. So uh, enjoy my “junkyard?” c: I’m Riptide, by the way. Welcome to my page. x3
All dreams and desires:
❀ LS White Cat ~ Turtle, SnowBelle, Orochimaru, Avery’Ryan
❀ LS Black Husky ~ Doug, Uriah
❀ Male Legacy German Shepherd ~ Ex’Jethro
My Items In The Mart:
Lovely Flower Assortment
"Hey, why do you always text me ‘good night’?
“‘Cause what I really want to do is kiss your forhead and say ’sweet dreams, baby, I love you more that the moon and the stars. Sleep well, and I’ll see you in the morning. I miss you already,” and then continue to sit by the aide of your bed for the night, holding your hand, so that when you wake I can tickle your nose with mine and whisper, “hey handsome, I made breakfast, would you like some orange juice?”
“But I don’t have the balls for any of that crap, so I guess ‘good night’ is just the next best thing.”