January

Friends

Home with my Husband

Mood

I love to feel smooth and be naked for my husband.

Love starts as a feeling, but to continue is a choice; And I find myself choosing you More and more every day.

I think... if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.

We're all made of stories. When they finally put us underground, the stories are what will go on. Not forever, perhaps, but for a time. It's a kind of immortality, I suppose, bounded by limits, it's true, but then so's everything.