There’s blood on one of his bandages, which means the slick wetness above my eyebrow is from split skin. “What you askin’ stupid questions for? This isn’t the first time we’re doing this. Go on.” He shakes his head and steps back, running a hand through his soaked hair. ...
they must learn to accept themselves and their unique gifts. The best way to do this is to recognize their own internal genius, appreciate their complexity and value, practice open expression with others, and feel comfortable within their own skin. ...
As for as humans, most are far from capable of that accomplishment, and a good many are so hopelessly stupid, we can’t even feel that for those of our own species whose skin-tone is a few shades darker or lighter. Some won’t like this film, for the heavy hand the film-makes ...
I am feeling really positive about this program. I think it will be really good… not just for myself, but for other women and girls too. It is very exciting and I have not done anything like it before. Sorry, I can’t give details because the program is pretty sensitive… but yeah...
“duergar” of Scandinavian legend. In the tale, the Brown Man has the power to retreat underground, and speak out of the ground, and the Cout’s hounds howl and flee in terror of him. Brown Man has red grizzled hair, brown clothes, skin of swarthy hue, and has a hedgehog hanging ...
Her skin was silky and hot. “Heavens,” said Margot, “how blue the sea is today.” It really was blue: purple-blue in the distance peacock-blue coming nearer, diamond-blue where the wave caught the light. The foam toppled over, ran, slowed down, then receded, leaving a smooth ...
... verse cuts deep Chorus All my light skinned girls to my dark skin brothers Shades doesn?t matter heart makes the lover Boy you?re so beautiful boy you... 歌词 Alexis Jordan. Alexis Jordan. Good Girl. 亚历克西斯约旦. 亚历克西斯约旦. 好姑娘. ... some cake I like how I'm catching...
What I don’t say is there are love letters to girls that I have a crush on, poetry, and private thoughts that are not private now. He wants me to feel shame and in this moment – I do –but I won’t forever. On Sunday, I get in the car with Jim, Tina, their 6-month-old...
Essays, Memoir, and Poetry A Quilt for Davidby Steven Reigns In the early 1990s, eight people living in a small conservative Florida town alleged that Dr. David Acer, their dentist, infected them with HIV. David’s gayness, along with his sickly appearance from his own AIDS-related illness...
something into someone’s presence.” Posted in Poetry, Writing| Tagged death, dying, family, friends, life, love, poetry | 5 Comments Dirty Girls Posted on2014.03.23 bycjromb I absolutely loved watchingthis scene play out Saturday morning at a restaurant where I was eating breakfast...