Treating Monday with the contempt it deserves. Nah kidding, just a selfie.
Happy spring everyone. Be brave, regret nothing.
And there is love…one in a thousand…burns clean and leaves white ash… - Carl Sandburg
I hated his shoes. Pairs of them littered my apartment in boxes and under the sofa, ugly misshapen shoes that once belonged to someone else. I couldn’t clean the flat without feeling overwhelmed and revolted by them. We used to fight about how I wouldn’t wear second hand shoes. The idea of wearing someone else’s old foot sweat is appalling to me; he didn’t seem to mind and collected them compulsively, constantly.
I have always loved men with beautiful teeth. The other one before him had slabs of perfect porcelain hanging in his mouth. They lit up everything except his heart, which remained twisted and scared. He was manipulative and needy and I loved him. The one after had bad teeth, there was no sunshine from his uneven teeth and I searched for it in his small, too-close-together eyes. I looked for light on his dark pock marked face and under his bitten nails. When you are not emitting any of your own light you become a restless moth.
I was a black hole gorging on the light of others; their kindness disappeared into me. I have a talent for making men want to take care of me. I trap them with my sticky desperation. This one managed to escape; his corn-riddled feet from ill fitting shoes carried him out of my orbit and onto another light.
- Into her Eyes u are different , any woman can be judged from her Eyes