"It's not always just black & white, and if it were imagine what a sad state we'd be"
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Saturday, 28 November 2009 Y 17:13 That first time I saw him my heart burned like a bonfire that could light up the darkest September sky. And I knew he'd be mine. I just had to somehow force my feet from the spot that they were rooted in. I could not speak. I could not move. I could not breathe. My eyes... they were bright with desire and fixed upon him. I had become the voyuer... suddenly realising what it felt like to not be objectified but to be the one who so superficially lusts after another. This is ridiculous, I thought. Does this fire within represent the heat a man must feel when he is confronted by a mingling of sex and beauty in one woman? Is this why there stares make me feel so uneasy when really all they feel is hunger. A most uncivilised emotion. A most uncivilised notion. Surely to appreciate beauty so intensely is to be enlightened by it. No?
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about me. Name; Angel. Yes, that really is my real name. ...It's hard to believe I'm sure. heroes. I've found them them in the most human of people. back in time. •February 2009 •November 2009 CONTACT. msg me.
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