I like girls that would still look pretty when we go swimming and not look like a creature that hasn’t seen sun light in ages without make up
Someone wrote a little story on the wall in the college toilets
"There once was an old man who took long walks on the beach every morning. One day he saw a young man dancing in the distance. As he got closer he realised he wasn’t dancing at all, but reaching down and throwing small crabs into the sea. "Young man, what are you doing?" he asked. "Throwing crabs back into the sea" he replied, "they’ll die if I don’t help them." The old man looked down at the hundreds of small crabs scattered on the beach for miles. "But there must be millions of them," the old man told him aghast. "You can’t possibly make a difference." The young man bent down, picked up another crab and threw it into the ocean. "It made a difference to that one.""
i want to kiss him and feel his lips on mine softly,
i want to cry with him and see his tears falling down his cheeck,
i want to be with him and never get the thought of being lonely,
i want to love him so much and i want him to love me tremendously.
So if we have to show women what the baby looks like in their womb and tell them how the process works before allowing them to get an abortion, does that mean we should teach our soldiers about the culture of the lands we’re invading, and explain to them that the people we want them to kill have families and feel pain, just like Americans?
this is my favourite i cannot pu t it into words poor ian