The music glides between the pores of your skin to bubble through your veins in place of blood, and you can't help but clutch the mic with both trembling hands and let the song flow out of you like blood from a wound. In those moments, when the music has replaced everything and even awareness of your own body has faded, you can't breathe, can't do anything but let the song own you, let the performance rocket through you. There's no people, no problems in your life, no buzz of alcohol in your blood or pain in your heart.
Jasinda WilderStichwörter: music romance rockstar
What can I say? I've never met a cupcake I didn't want to get to know better.
Jasinda WilderStichwörter: romance body-image cupcake
Touching his cock was like eating chips; I couldn't stop after just one.
Jasinda WilderStichwörter: romance sex rockstar
Just remember, you never know what's possible until you risk finding out.
Jasinda WilderStichwörter: love risk possibilities
Happiness, I've discovered, is a choice, a habit. It's a mindset." - Shea in the Preacher's Son #3: Unbroken
Jasinda WilderI feel like everyone who sees me knows what I am. As if it is written on my forehead in bold black ink. Perhaps it is written on my soul, now, and they can see it in my eyes, those windows to my soul.
Jasinda WilderWhen he died, I think she did, too, it just took longer time for her body to realize her heart and mind were already dead.
Jasinda WilderI do not know how he even managed to do what he did. He should not have been able to, but he did. He defended my home. Me. Himself. Us.
Jasinda WilderNothing. It is nothing. Stop worrying about me."
"I can't stop worrying about you.
Hands are the medium of expression, as eyes are the windows to the soul.
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