slipping my hands under his shirts, I slide my hand up to his chest and lightly caress his breasts. I come up behind him and sit on the chair behind him. he sits at the table, headphones in his ears, hoodie over his head.focused on the books.he looks so fierce.and cute.and HOT!!! I watch him, a mischievious smile tugging at the corners of my lips. This is kinda my version of the post R18 by Nameless on his blog reconstruction. Love transcends time and space.and this life too. When those around can only hear the creaking of the age-old stairs, remember the lives – both young and old – that once ran up and down those stairs.Īlways remember life, don’t be afraid to see, hear, smell or feel the ones that have gone, they might not be here with us in the way we once knew them, but they forever hover in the skies above, interceding on our behalf, nudging the planets and the stars to align in our favour. When the others can’t look past the shut door, remember all the messages, hopes and dreams that went through that door. When from the outside, all others see are the shuttered windows, remember the days you woke up on the inside to see the sun shining brightly in, telling you it’s gon be a wonderful day. Take comfort in the fact that he was, is and always will be in control of everything. Why this?, you might ask.but wasn’t he the one who gave you that job, car, house.at the exact time you needed it more than anything. There is a God.who works all things out for his purpose this post is dedicated to my friend nameless.who lost his father about a week ago.
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