Jan 26th, 2015 by oblivia
When you fall in love it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness. It is not excitement. It’s not the desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body – that is just being in love, which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away.
Jan 19th, 2015 by oblivia
First encounter, first impressions
Gentle elegance of timeless beauty
Attractions spanning beyond desire
Darkness hides tender kisses of luck
Power of a machine that gently purrs
Moments captured by a magnificent feline
Determined, demanding, yet so desirable
Impatience tempered by innocence
Seeking the night, sharing a moment
Yearning but yielding, full of questions
Moans of pleasure of the next embrace
Silhouette of form, taste of your lips
Sharing a simple sway of romance
Hidden glances of long good-byes
Projections lead to stolen sleep
Lost in thought of dreams to be
Jan 12th, 2015 by oblivia
Do you have any scary stories from Match? Any funny ones? I really find this whole thing to be both intriguing and frustrating at the same time. It is really backwards when you think about it. You develop this pseudo relationship with somebody behind this mask, a mask being email or chat. It could even be on the phone. You’re free to be yourself, free to be open without any reprisals. Don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy this type of thrill. There is something about it that is a big turn on. Of course, I suppose this why Mardi Gras and Carnival are such big hits.
But you tend to develop this relationship or something you think that you want to pursue. You put in countless hours and maybe countless secrets to a complete stranger. I’ve had countless hours of phone conversation with somebody that I’ve never met. I only know the face from a picture. And that picture could be nothing but a lie in itself. How many people have you met that didn’t resemble anything like their picture? I’m in awe at the number of people that put up these truly bad pictures. Like they are purposely trying to ruin any chance of meeting somebody. It’s like living in a self-serving fantasy. If you take the time to write a narration, then take the time to post a photo that casts you in a good light.
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Tags: dating, love
Aug 19th, 2012 by oblivia
There once was a lad who found a princess to love. He charmed her, spoke of great things, professed pure love, built castles in the sky for her. Try as she did she could not fend off the strength of the lad’s love. Slowly she yielded, an inch at a time, a tear at a time, a breath at a time. Her stone heart began to beat again. Still fearing the wounding of it, she tried to stay away, tried to tell herself that it was not right. The lad only fought harder, presenting her with poems and sayings of inflamed passion. Until one day he did write, in the palm of her hand yet, one word. A word so powerful her life as she knew it ended. As she fell into his arms she clutched that word tightly to her chest, feeling the strength and love flowing from it into her very soul.
Now time has clasped this couple in its angry claw. Has turned them into beasts. Turned their joy into sorrow, their love into regret. Looking back on those days the princess weeps for what she has lost. Having known a love so enticing as to throw the world away for just one taste of it. The fire burned so brightly – she swore it could never fade or fail. That it would forever fill their lives with happiness, so much so that the world would be envious of what it could never touch or know.
Her prince no longer gazes at her with purity and passion. The fire some how extinguished by fate. Yet she holds fast to that one word hoping someday that the fire will return. Remembering always the rare power of it. To have felt it is to have lived a thousand lives, to lose it is to have died a thousand deaths.
She will surely pass through life always seeking, always hoping for that love. Never giving in to the ugliness which surrounds her. In time of despair or fight, she need only open her hand and see the word “WE” and remember the man that wrote it and the heavenly flame that burned between them. She cannot forget the bond. The first touch. The first connection of eyes in a locked wanting gaze. The deep feeling of longing when parted. She aches to feel the innocence of it. She burns to feel his arms around her again. To see his eyes aglow with desire his heart with fire. Had she the power she would transport the gift to his palm. And he would remember…
Tags: angry, princess, we
So you’ve decided to take a trip to your nation’s capital. Well here’s a few things you should know that will hopefully help you prepare for your trip.
The DC road grid was laid out by a Frenchman, which explains why locals hate the French, and also explains much about US Foriegn Policy. Within DC proper, the roads are laid out in a grid, with other streets crossing the grid at weird angles, usually through a traffic circle. No one in DC knows how to drive in a traffic circle, and people from the surburbs are worse. Many streets are one way, and making a left turn can require travelling three or four blocks out of your way. Right turns are worse. Right turn on red is allowed, except at intersections that are posted otherwise. Most intersections are posted otherwise.
Also, within DC we take security seriously! Primarily by shutting down major roads and intersections for no discernable reason.
If your road map of Montgomery County is more than a few weeks old, throw it out and buy a new one, it’s obsolete. If in Loudoun or Fairfax County in Virginia, and your map is one day old, it’s already obsolete.
There is no such thing as a dangerous high speed chase in DC, it’s just another chase, usually on the BW Parkway.
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Tags: beltway, DC, driving
The three little words are: “Hold on, please…” Saying this, while putting down your phone and walking off, instead of hanging up immediately, would make each telemarketing call so much more time consuming that boiler room sales would grind to a halt. Then when you eventually hear the phone company’s “beep-beep-beep” tone, you know it’s time to go back and hang up your handset, which has efficiently completed its task. These three little words will help eliminate telephone soliciting.
Do you ever get those annoying phone calls with no one on the other end? This is a telemarketing technique where a machine makes phone calls and records the time of day when a person answers the phone. This technique is used to determine the best time of day for a “real” sales person to call back and get someone at home. What you can do after answering, if you notice there is no one there, is to immediately start hitting your # button on the phone 6 or 7 times, as quickly as possible. This confuses the machine that dialed the call and it kicks your number out of their system. Gosh, what a shame not to have your name in their system any longer!!!
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