desultori*

Status: fuckn her right in the pussy
Joined: August 24, 2011
Last Seen: 9 years
Birthday: September 2
user id: 211060
Location: preferably the anal region
Gender: F

 


When I die, bury me in the booty club.

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Quotes by desultori*

 He said that I was pretty and that meant a lot.
 But there are girls that are beautiful
 and there are girls that will make him laugh
 and girls that will make him stay up at night.
 There are girls who are smart
 and will be able to have a conversation with him
 with out jumbling their words 
 or being extremely queit. 
 There are girls that will smile at him
 and girls that will make him happy.
 He said that I was pretty
 but pretty isn't enough.


           People intrigue me. They way they move and how they speak. What they do when they're nervous or how the pronounce certain words. I'd always took an interest in it. I noticed, that when you're happy you always have this small smile playing on your lips and your laugh reaches the heavens. When you're nervous you drum your fingers against solid surfaces and you sigh deeply. When you're sad you hold my hand and play with my hair and talk about your dad before he got sick and your mom before her hair started graying. When you say "I love you." Your lips turn up at the end, almost like a smile, but not quite. When you hug me, you hold me like i'm your life line. I noticed the way you say simple words like theater and sunset. Your voice is warm and smooth. When you hum to the song i'm singing your voice sounds deep and I want to you to sing with me but you never do. When you trace my face with your fingers you look at me like you're a painter and i'm your work of art. I noticed the sharp breath you take everytime I brush my fingers through your hair and that beautiful look in your eyes when I whisper "I love you too." Maybe it's not people that intrigue me, maybe it's just you.

"Shhhhhh..."
She gently laid a slender finger on her mouth.
"I'm running away."
Her blonde hair swished quietly behind her as she ran down the road, the lights from the street lamps guiding her way.
Her soft voice repeated in my head.
"Shhhhh.... I'm running away."
"I'm running away."
"..away."
But where to?
"Where?"
My voice was heard by no one. It was like I'd never spoke them at all.
"Where?"
I could almost hear her kind laughter as she whispered
"Where ever I'd like."
Almost. I didn't, because she had ran.


 


Being sad is an addiction.
  

They're 
not mad
at you
babe


They're 
mad at
the world.

 










We were just kids.









 

      The sun shined down directly above them. They felt waves of warmth spread throughout their bodies and the way their hearts fluttered when they met eachothers gaze. His eyes were inviting and his smile was bright. Her golden waves were swept off her shoulder by the gentle winds and sent where ever the sun would shine through. Brown eyes met hazel ones, fragile hands met tough ones and broken hearts combined. The trees laughed and the flowers smiled and the birds sang a happy tune about the two kids who were once in love.

    But if you were to look for the laughing trees and the smiling flowers you'd never find them. If you'd ask the birds what happened to their happy tunes they'd reply with a low note and fly away. The kids who fell in love will tell you that they truly loved each other and they still do but a love like theirs only works when the days are warm and the nights are clear.

    Maybe one night, when you can see the stars, you'd hear her laughter and the genuine sound of "I love you." and you'd see her hair flying in the moonlight and you'd see his tough hands caressing hers and you'll finally realize how much it hurts to love another.  

 


There is a difference between silence and quietness.
When something is silent there is no sound. Everything seems still.
When something is quiet there's a slight sound, like a background noise. 
Everything is not still, it's peaceful. When things are quiet you're busy.
You're busy with homework, your kids, a book, or worrying about something. 
When you're done with whatever is occupying you, you're left with nothing 
but yourself and the faint noise in the background and that noise is the 
only thing that keeps you from feeling lonely. 
A quiet surrounding is beautiful.




okay who has a crush on me fess up
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