I didn't let her go. She went. It's not my fault.She did it.She could undo it. This is feeling so fucking famliar.Why do we even bother? Why do we make ourselves so open to such easy damage? Is it all loneliness? Is it all fear? Of is it just to experience those narcotic moments of belonging with someone else?

I don't even like the word __ndoors_. It doesn__ make sense. According to you right now, by stepping through the doorway I__ be indoors. Yet I wouldn__ actually be standing in the doorway. If it__ supposed to refer to being inside a building, then they shouldn__ have used the word __oor,_ since last time I checked, doors don__ make up every square inch of a building! And I__ assume that now, since I__ not indoors, you__ say I__ __ut of doors_, right? But, shouldn__ out of doors just be everywhere that__ not directly under a door? You know what, from now on I insist that everyone refer to being in a building as being __nder-roof_.

Espere" in Spanish, is the one word covering two meanings: "waiting" and "hoping". If life, however, offers no expectation or prospect, waiting represents time "wasted_. Waiting needs a future. If not, time is condemned to be "killed". In the event that we are lost in a gap of boredom and despair, we are driven back in a vacuum of senselessness and deadlocked in a point of nothingness. We are, so therefore, bound to watch the agony of "time". ("Waiting for a place behind the geraniums " )

And by the way, my belief is that if men were the ones getting pregnant, abortions would be easier to get than food poisoning in Moscow

Everything on this earth belongs to God and therefore the more your dedication draws you closer to him, the more you will draw closer to what God owns

As I think therefore I amAm I more if I think more?