she took my virginity
A perfect icebreaker. Go ask for it back.
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Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
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You should slap on “Normal People” there - it could pour petrol on the embers you’ve awoken
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Is that any good? I might watch it over the weekend.
Regrets I’ve had a few, but then again, too few to mention.
Add her to fuck and send her a message
If it didn’t have the sex scenes no one would know it existed.
It’s not awful to be fair.
For what it is it’s done very well but lots would have no interest in that kind of story. Nothing exceptional really happens but I suppose as a result a lot of the stuff would remind you of times past
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I haven’t the balls. This is an awful crisis
Have you considered using one of your aliases Facebook accounts?
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With her thumb?
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!” he said.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!”
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew
Someone had blundered.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell
Rode the six hundred.
Flashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wondered.
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right through the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre stroke
Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell.
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
the rave scene brought us together and ultimately it split us apart, it was a very savage, intense relationship whilst it lasted, a telepathic understanding. I think you only get one of them in life. I know she only joined facebook recently, She was always arty and musical. Bohemian and rebellious. She had a arty profile pic, no actual picture, then she put one up. I have always a savage one one of me finishing a marathon, I looked unreal in it, my fittest in years and tonight i saw her face for the first time in nearly 20 years. Maybe she feels the same, she saw me and wanted to connect again. Too many questions
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this is serious business.
there’s 7 or 8 women sending me messages on bumble right now, I have no interest in their shite now
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What have you to lose
my dignity, it is all I have
what would say to someone after 20 years?
Long time no see
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