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Saturday, April 13, 2013


  1. His incessant sunrise farts were but a small price to pay for the great sex he offered. "Amour Foul" she liked to call it.
  2. "Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." - Einstein
  3. When it pervades your bones, paralyzing your brain and thunders through your blood: start running. And keep going.
  4. The thought of pregancy made her ill. You'd have to be crazy to use a bed for conception, Ellen reasoned.
  5. 13 years was a long time to hear Gotye on repeat. She drove many to premature breakdowns. Even her shrink ran away to Vancouver.
  6. passionate love making the night before can be invigorating. or draining. les nausées matinales was just an excuse to stay in.
  7. you are still thinking? ( re: ? we're on today)
  8. out in the open; blanketed by night / mind unrestricted; no-one in sight / evening - the wellspring of my passions
  9. the sixth sheikhs sick secret bodes ill for little lambs
  10. when you leave my side my soul takes to bed - down with a fever
  11. Revolt, stumble, convulse, heave, relief. Nothing to be done.
  12. L’amour est enfant de Bohême, Il n’a jamais jamais connu de loi. Si tou ne m’aimes pas, je t’aime.
  13. Holy mother of god had delivered a miracle. He woke up from a deep slumber into a bed that wasn't His with a divine headache.
  14. There's a land, mostly planes, mostly burns but sometimes it rains, times when the morning comes morning comes and we sang, again
  15. love tale: 'i'm calling in sick.' 'what travesty luv. it is my second trimester.'
  16. thanks Prompts for : morning sickness, amour fou, in bed. Tagging for
  17. Sometimes I wake up grouchy. Other times I let him sleep.
  18. Her passion for Geo often found her on top of stratum, and the restless nights would make her nauseous in the mornings after
  19. “The Nausea is not inside me:I feel it out there in the wall,..everywhere around me..I am the one who is within it.” Sartre, Nausea
  20. “You must be like me; you must suffer in rhythm.” ― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
  21. night was kind dawn brought with it a nausea- of the night before in his fetish to devour her being
  22. The bulb swung back and forth. The light pierced the eyes. Freedom seemed far far away. Time to spill your guts. "The Butler did it."
  23. The silver in your laughter, the wind beneath your wings. Your love is like an evening shadow. The blood within these veins.
  24. Thank you for tagging, . Prompts for : morning sickness, amour fou, in bed. Tagging for


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