Alyson og Sarah í reiðtúr…

Willow og Oz….ávallt sæt…

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“Words unspoken” Echos, in the hidden corners of my mind. Words unspoken, words that never came alive. I have covered every range of emotion, cut to the truth and watched it bleed. I could come on as strong and willfull, but im waiting for my sky to fall. I am a woman, fragile but not breakable. Growing wiser by the day. Busy holding on and keeping together. I still have words unspoken, waiting to be given life.

“ Brutal torment ” Empty rooms, hollow and dark, shrilling ache, uncovering rage. All tranquil thoughts gone, just the unpleasant mist of hate. As the sun retires and bows for the night, my fears are unleashed. I scream into the chaotic darkness, my sound is muted. I want to conceal, my being is fading. My own innate, choking on your words of eternal bitterness. Soul of torment needs serene silence and horizons clear. You subdue me, I succumb. All life strangled out of the body, brutal...

Ég var að lesa það einhversstaðar að David Boreanaz væri orðinn faðir, en hann og playboy konan hans eignuðust strák nú á dögunum!…