Being tame is what we're taught: ... put the crayons back, stay in line, don't talk too loud, keep your knees together, nice girls don't...
As you might know, nice girls DO, and they like to feel wild and alive. Being tame feels safe, being wild, unsafe. Yet safety is an illusion anyway. We are not in control. No matter how dry and tame and nice we live, we will die. And we will suffer along the way. Living wild is its own reward.
Stichwörter: life women safety conservatism wild tame nice-girls
Armon stared into the wild darkness of his opponent and saw a reflection of his own fall.
Wayne Gerard TrotmanStichwörter: scifi fight darkness science-fiction reflection fighting sci-fi wild defeat opponent telepathy combat psychic prescient prescience psychic-powers telepathic
Wild horses wouldn't draw it from you?
Robert Louis StevensonStichwörter: drag horses treasure wild island away
You may wish to capture a wild thing as you covet their unbreakable spirit, but as much as you may wish to tame a wild thing, a wild thing, who may grow to love you, will always resist and will do anything, at any cost, even if it means hurting you, to break free. Be careful when playing with a wild thing.
Donna Lynn HopeStichwörter: relationships wild spirited wild-thing
I want you to be with someone who really, really loves you. A wild love! A crazy love! I want yours to be the greatest love story of all time!
Lucy RobinsonStichwörter: wild crazy-love the-geatest-love-of-all-time
Through the window, I saw the beautiful world outside: the sky, the sun, the cacti, the rocks, and the dirt.
How I longed to return to it! I licked at the air, trying to smell the desert's delicious dusty scent, but could not. How was I able to see it without smelling it? Did humans control scents as well as the temperature and the waters?
Is that what windows were for, to keep out scents? Why did they wish to put invisible barriers between themselves and the world?
Stichwörter: world windows scents humans wild snakes scent
My cheeks are red hot,
my lip still trembles,
because I sent my heart
to speak; every word of it
delusional and awkward,
an exuberance, an abrupt sound.
That's how I spoke, oh, it still
shows on my hot cheeks
I'm now carrying home.
I look down at the snow
and walk past many houses,
past many hedges, many trees,
the snow adorns hedge, tree and house.
I walk on, staring down
at the snow, on my cheeks
nothing but red-hot memory
reminding me of my wild talk.
Stichwörter: words home heart exuberance wild speak returning-home
Last night I did things my mother told me not to with the people I shouldn't see in the places that I should not go..
Nick SantinoStichwörter: music adventure free danger crazy wild young musician a-rocket-to-the-moon
I am more than what they say I am.
John O'CallaghanStichwörter: music free expectation wild young musician the-maine
The painted picture was a bit rough, which was probably done on purpose, yet seemed eerily real as if there actually was a way to step through it into the wild jungle
Akutra-Ramses Atenosis CeaStichwörter: art wild three-dimensional collateral
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