Ella ama el sexo, la oscuridad, la adrenalina, los hombres altos y con músculos, morenos y fuertes algunos de su edad pero ama más a un hombre mayor, no ancianos señores antes delo 40,ama la soledad,ama los libros, la música, estar al aire libre, los paseos en carro por las noches, la poesía, le encanta dibujar.Puedo decir aún más cosas de ella , pero que caso tendria leer entonces toda su vida en este pobre libro virtual, lo único que puedo un mas decir es , que si la vez dirías en perfecta, que ya de malo en su vida.
I'm excited for this one!
As I'm watching her being laid to rest, it occurs to me that I know less about life than I do about death. She's gone, and I'm still here. If she wanted anything, she wanted me to live, but as long as I'm here, I'm not living. Life is fragile, or so I've heard. Ashes to ashes dust to dust. If I'm going to live at all starting over is a must. Some are gone, but some are still here. I need to get out of here to somewhere I can trust.
I've got little too lose and much to gain. No matter what anyone thinks, I'm not to blame. So fuck it. What is the worst that could happen? I'm going to pack my bags and see what happens. It's completely worth taking my chances.
~ Anonymous ~