Software Symphy 31 - Page 47

Originally posted by: Hsp.canada

I had thought about it! But I want to start as I want to tonne myself. U have seen my pic, some lose stuff here and there 😆.

Originally posted by: NSB7

Nouf... Hellooo

Did I make u proud masterniji??

Uodated special works to the minute

Originally posted by: NSB7

Nouf... Hellooo

Did I make u proud masterniji??

Uodated special works to the minute

Originally posted by: nividances

In response to "Couple on the Counter"😳

Playing with Paint

Take a soft tipped brush;

with it, trace my hidden flush.

Viscous dripping rainbow streams;

unclothe me here within our dreams.

Swirl my curveswith satin pink;

let your bristles flutter and sink.

Lower those purples, reds, and blues;

I'm a blank slate waiting here for you.

Paint me scarlet, paint me gold;

remain unhindered, just be bold.

Submerge yourself into fantasy;

color me with strokes of ecstasy.

Fill me up in hues of every shade;

those long fingers of yours now coming to aid.

Be the artist to stain my canvas,

play with paint in the darkness.

Originally posted by: modernfamily

A big lump in my throat that I'm unable to swallow or set free. In a room full of cousins. This is so hard for me. I cry very rarely at least for fictional characters. II will be so miserable if anything happens to the dude. Reminds me of the woman in PS I love you (book). I know nothing like that will happen but that woman completely lost herself after her husband's death just like II imagines herself to be if the dude leaves her for good.

Last hugs and kisses always bring tears. I feel for everybody right now. Shravu and nandu hanging on r&b's shoulders like monkeys. II R&B's last hug last kiss. When Sam mocked him I just couldn't control myself. It all started with her emotionally blackmailing him. Her failure to bring back her brother. ...to become his mother no matter how hard she tried. And Manny. But the exchange (spoken and unspoken) between him and Ranjan stole the show. Brought back all the exchanges between them. Savita is one person who is not physically present but in occasions like these dead people are always at the back of our mind. These sad and happy family moments always remind us of those people even if don't take that person's name explicitly.

I lost my mother when I was 6. My father raised me and my brother single handedly. We remember her when my brother or I achieve something. None of us have ever shared what we think but I know we do. It breaks my heart even more because my dad is also in the house now. I left home a year ago and my brother is all set to leave. I worry for him all the time, I know my brother does too but doesn't say anything. Typing this has made me cry even more.