I'm moving to fast. I just...I'm drawn to you. I want to make love to you. I can't help it.
Doing LondonFuck you!” “Right here?” He crossed his arms. “That definitely wouldn’t help your getting over me.
Darkness of Light...and that's when I get to wondering, what would happen if I told her she something good, ever day?
The HelpFather, help me never to place judgment upon another and then only upon the merit therein.
Neale Donald Walsch