I am crying over the loss of something I never had. How ridiculous. Mourning something that never was – my dashed hopes, dashed dreams, and my soured expectations.
E.L. JamesThe candle flame is too hot. It flickers and dances in the over-warm breeze, a breeze that brings no respite from the heat. Soft gossamer wings flutter to and fro in the dark, sprinkling dusty scaled in the circle of light. I'm struggling to resist, but I'm drawn. And then it's to bright, and I am flying too close to the sun, dazzled by the light, fried and melting from the heat, weary in my endeavers to stay airborn. I am so warm. The heat... It's stiffling, overpowering. It wakes me.
E.L. James... Yet today, for the first time ever, I feel lonely and uncomfortable here, unhappy with my own company
E.L. JamesSoy solo sensaciones. Esto es lo que me hace. Toma mi cuerpo y lo posee por
completo, de manera que no puedo pensar más que en él. Su magia es poderosa,
intoxicante. Soy una mariposa atrapada en su red, no puedo y no quiero escapar.
Soy suya… totalmente suya.
Like cross stich scrapbook cook take my dogs for walks.injoying making new nook friends
E.L. JamesI love you,” I murmur, and he smiles his heart-achingly shy smile, and I melt. “I will always love you, Christian.”
“And I you,” he says softly.
“In spite of my disobedience?” I raise my eyebrow.
“Because of your disobedience, Anastasia.” He grins.
And in this quiet moment, as I close my eyes, spent and sated, I think I'm in the eye of the storm. And in spite of all he's said and what he hasn't said, I don't think I have ever been so happy.
E.L. JamesTag: happy quiet e-l-james fifty-shades-of-grey contented
I got over it, and I'm now a firm advocate of instant gratification. Carpe diem, Ana.
E.L. JamesDer Schmerz ist unbeschreiblich - körperlich, psychisch... metaphysisch... Er ist überall, breitet sich in jede Zelle meines Körpers aus und dringt bis ins Mark. Kummer. Unsägliche Seelenqual. [...] Der körperliche Schmerz vom Hieb eines Gürtels ist nichts im Vergleich zu der Seelenqual, die ich gerade durchleide. Ich rolle mich zusammen, [...], und gebe mich ungeniert meinem Schmerz hin.
E.L. JamesLa imagen de un poderoso hombre que todavía es un niñito, que fue horriblemente abusado y abandonado, que se siente desmerecedor del amor de su perfecta familia y su mucho menos que perfecta novia… mi niño perdido… me rompe el corazón.
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