love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
Reasons Why Meeting Someone’s Gaze is More Powerful Than You Know
The eyes are more than just the windows to our soul. For people who believe in the value of eye contact, staring into someone’s eyes — especially those with whom they’d end up falling in love, can mean everything.
By Marta Levchenko4 years ago in Humans
Iced Tea
My wife sunbathes on her chaise lounge in our lush backyard: a private dinosaur garden full of gigantic primitive-looking plants with fronds, fuzzy bark, and palmate leaves. Her long bare legs shine with suntan oil all the way up to her caramel-colored monokini cut very high above her hipbones. A gold chain between her breasts connects the V of fabric to cover them while leaving her bellybutton exposed below.
By P. M. Starr4 years ago in Humans
Wild Strawberries
We all have a dish that takes us back in time. Memories explode in our minds like flavors pop in our mouths. My dish, if you can call it that because it’s a simple strawberry crumble recipe, takes me to places in my youth that I remember with laughter, with pain, with love. This strawberry crumble is savory like salt on skin. Its aroma takes me back in time like late afternoon sunshine filtered through a car window.
By Tina Sorenson4 years ago in Humans
How can I tell if the other party is a sea king?
The thing about falling in love is that who you meet depends on luck, and who you talk to depends on vision. There is a complex human nature in love, and people in love, may be a story, may also become an accident.
By Dylan M Parkin4 years ago in Humans
Love Thyself — I Promise To Love And Honor Myself
Self-love is something that I’ve always had trouble with. Relationship failures, domestic abuse, both physically and mentally, body image issues, how I speak, what I believe, what kind of job I have, how I parent, and who I even am at the core, have always been grounds for anxiety with me. All my life, I have found myself hiding and burying parts of who I really am and what I’m doing out of fear of what others might think and that harsh digging sensation that my inner sense of self would get whenever people’s judgment came my way.
By Elizabeth Carver4 years ago in Humans











