Love

Long time ... A long time ago there was an island where all the feelings lived and spiritual values ​​of people : Joy, Sadness , Knowledge , and others. With them lived , and Love.Feelings once noticed that the island sinking into the ocean and will soon sink.They all sat down in their boats and left the island . Love is not in a hurry and waited until the last minute .It was only when she saw that the salvation of the island there is no hope, and he is almost completely absorbed by the water, she called for help .Luxury ship sailed past the Wealth .Love asked to take her to the ship, but the richness said that his ship with a lot of jewelry, gold and silver, and there is no place for love .Love turned to Pride , a ship that sailed past ...... But in response to Love heard that her presence violates the order and perfection of the ship Pride .On the plea for help Love turned to sadness."Oh , Love - Sadness answered , - I am so sad that I have to be alone ."Sailed past the island of joy , but she was so busy with fun , that did not even hear a plea of Love.Love suddenly heard a voice :" Come Love , I will take you with me ."Love saw a gray-haired old man , and she was so happy that I even forgot to ask his name . And when they reached Earth , Love remains, but the old man swam on. It was only when the boat old man disappeared , Love caught on ... because she did not even thanked the old man .Love turned to knowledge:"The knowledge , tell me who saved me ? '."It was Time ," - replied Cognition ."Time ? " - Surprised Love - Why It helped me ? "Cognition replied : "Only Time understands and knows how important it is to love life

Love .

So close, no matter how farCouldn't be much more from the heartForever trusting who we areand nothing else mattersNever opened myself this wayLife is ours, we live it our wayAll these words I don't just sayand nothing else mattersTrust I seek and I find in youEvery day for us something newOpen mind for a different viewand nothing else mattersnever cared for what they donever cared for what they knowbut I knowSo close, no matter how farCouldn't be much more from the heartForever trusting who we areand nothing else mattersnever cared for what they donever cared for what they knowbut I knowNever opened myself this wayLife is ours, we live it our wayAll these words I don't just sayTrust I seek and I find in youEvery day for us, something newOpen mind for a different viewand nothing else mattersnever cared for what they saynever cared for games they playnever cared for what they donever cared for what they knowand I knowSo close, no matter how farCouldn't be much more from the heartForever trusting who we areNo, nothing else matters

NY

I do not drink coffee, I love tea, my dear.I love when the toast fried on one side.And my accent is easy to understandWhat I Englishman in New York.I walk down Fifth AvenueWith a cane in his hand.I take it with me everywhere,I'm an Englishman in New York.I am a foreigner, I'm a legal alien.I'm an Englishman in New York.I am a foreigner, I'm a legal alien.I'm an Englishman in New York.Someone said, "Manners make the man"And that someone is worthy of honor.To endure the ignorance and smilingBe yourself, no matter what.

i gay

I do not know how to overcome this pain,How to make my heart beat again?Where did the love and not allowing us to fly,Not bothering to say goodbye? Far, oh, far, oh, in the far-distant lands. Far, oh, far, oh, I'm going to treat their wounds. You may ask, Mother, why so I cry in the last times, Location lingerie in my closet. You have to believe, have to believe ..... All agreed:! Mom, I'm gay! Dad, I'm gay You can just keep quiet. You can be angry or mad! I do not care for it and how poorly the go, if you are tired, if no one to share his feelings, But a broken heart are not glued in parts, and you can not make love to come back. Far, oh, far, oh, in the far-distant lands. Far, oh, far, oh, I'm going to treat their wounds. Far, oh, far, oh, in the far-distant lands. Far, oh, far, oh, I'm going to treat their wounds. You may ask, Mother, why I stopped smiling. Why I hung a poster SELF Jude Law, Mom, humble yourself and relax. Humble yourself and relax. All agreed:! Mom, I'm gay! Dad, I'm gay You can just keep quiet. You can be angry or mad! I go for a walk with Edik With Yarik with Marika. From the third entrance with Nicky C Vasenka And Uncle Grisha Papineau other childhood childhood ... Childhood ... Dad's childhood friend of childhood ... Childhood ... Dad's childhood friend

My God

Transparent shadow of hope amid the ruinsI wander around, going through again and again.And the sad look pensive and sad,I did not return the bygone love.Again raises the memory regret,Days gone by - naive dreams.And happiness ghostly, frail visionWhat once destroyed you.You were my friend, my brother, and God wasYou were and meaning, and the life was the mostAnd I loved how not describe syllableYour prisoner forever, my lord.Love is cruel, time changes everythingHow sad to know - you do not need meI love you in no blame ...Fly free, God will judge.

Enchanted straight

It happened a long time ago, and by and large, I do not like to remember this story. I do not like, mainly because I'm generally not in favor of memories. Living in the past, even the finest of its moments, my alien nature. And even more so if these issues are not perfect, but rather cause annoyance and irritation: annoyed that they happened at all, and irritation that I behaved so foolishly.Personal gay story about a case where the author was fascinated straight.

bi

Recently, my friend said that bisexuals do not exist. Like, those who call themselves bi, life latent gay. Just men under public pressure, afraid to admit this, and live life in a lie to ourselves. Strange ... out, first love to the blonde with blue eyes and a desire to start a family were self-deception? Debate on this subject with a friend I did not. But only for a second thought: where is the line between gay and bisexual? And who held between them this conditional line?

love

In my heart no rest, the whole day looking for someone. "What am I doing? Course, love. However, virtual. Well, I do not have time to search for the real, and so want something light and air. And then as young, beautiful, successful. seems to be clutching until tepid and run away with him to the edge of the universe, but ... whether love is evil and goats that are, or are you here is magical. short, again without sleep I meet a dawn computer and wait for my Ichthyander finally emerges from this ocean of a day of love.

I do not believe

I do not believe that the summer is ended.As if we popraschalis before the meeting.Only white flakes,Zaporoshilo chilly shoulders.I stand and try to peer,In silhouette infinitely loved.And anguish crushed heartPain severity irresistible.You come face lift.Questioningly shudder eyelash.That there skazhesh.Ty you know,We came in order to say goodbye.For in my heart there is no more room.Everyone chooses his own way.From the fact that we had not been toldStill does not change the essence.Be healthy. Do not use foul language.Hey mom and a great read.I think you'll be taking.And I ask: are you too believe.You and me. We are awareThat parting can not be eternal.Say, "Well, so far?", Hugging,And care carefree child ...You're leaving in the distance of the solution.Heart believes you oberneshsya.Only reason with separation Humble,Who knows, you never go back.I'm stunned with grief.Turns leaves unrelenting wind.And drifting snow, endless sea,And the one I'm on the whole planet.

want

wantWhy did not you hear?How transparent wall separating.Every day, our boat fartherFrom each other are floating away.I want to be with you in this worldWhether in joy or in sorrow.If you - twice, two, I - four,If a sailboat - you, I - the sea.I want to be your halfSo that together we are whole.I love it and want to be lovedBe with you, and soul and body.I want to be with you nextOn the breast of your wakingAnd love, drunk poisonSleep happy for her to be forgotten.I do not. I have no rightThe right to be, when you're on the left.After all is right - the right,From where is the left ...

My God

Transparent shadow of hope amid the ruinsI wander around, going through again and again.And the sad look pensive and sad,I did not return the bygone love.Again raises the memory regret,Days gone by - naive dreams.And happiness ghostly, frail visionWhat once destroyed you.You were my friend, my brother, and God wasYou were and meaning, and the life was the mostAnd I loved how not describe syllableYour prisoner forever, my lord.Love is cruel, time changes everythingHow sad to know - you do not need meI love you in no blame ...Fly free, God will judge.

2 gays

Bob and Peter - two gayand love each other to tears.They did not love - an epicabruptly all import stars ...And these people kinderI had yet to be met,and when met, did not believeand cried out in horror!They had some sort of twenty!Their love is pure as a diamondand melted away in the beautiful boysscraps tenderest phrases ...Every girl wanted to ba drop of this love,so shiver ran through the body,so geese floating on the skin ...But Vasya and Petya to backside,Vasya and Petya love!Girls enough annoyanceand the grass they envy the blood ...Oh, ladies, ladies,Surely not enough for you guys?Antonov, Andreev, Adam,attention, affection, passion?Here you would be a little kinderA caring and just a mile,much less a gayThere has been used by the sinful world ...But it is probably difficultand is labor intensivebut build bitch shamelesslyYou can, that's my ...Bob and Peter - two gaymaybe I'm sick and crazy,possible over the years tupeyu,but I understand them ...And how in the world I live,such a strong love is not met,and when met, did not believeand cried out in horror!

joke ))

Many years ago two friends, Joe and Tom, came to a small town. It was very dark when they came to a little inn. They asked for a room with two beds. The owner of the inn showed them a room and gave them a candle because there was no lamp in the room. When they were going to the room the candle fell out of Joe's hand. It became very dark. They found the door of the room and went in. They took off their clothes and went to bed. The bed was very big and by mistake1 they got into the same bed: Tom from one side and Joe from the other. After a few minutes Joe said, "You know, Tom, there's a man in my bed. Here are his feet near my face." "Yes, Joe, there's a man in my bed too. His feet are near my face too. What shall we do?" "Let's push them off our beds." And they began to push each other. After some time the two men fell on the floor. "Joe!" cried Tom. "My man is stronger than I. He has pushed me down to the floor." "I'm on the floor too," answered Joe. "I think we must go to the owner of the inn and tell him about it."

The Policeman and the Thief

In a small town a man stole1 some money from a house. The police began to look for the thief. Soon they found him and brought him to the police station.There was a new policeman at the police station and they wanted to give him some work."Take this thief to the city," said one of the policemen. "You must go there by train."The policeman and the thief went to the station. On their way to the station they came to the shop where bread was sold"We have no food and we must eat something in the train," said th thief. "It's a long way to the city and it'll take us a long time to get there. I'll go into the shop and buy some bread. Then you and I can eat in the train. Wait for me here."The policeman was glad to have some food in the train. "Be quick," he said to the thief, "we don't have much time."The thief went into the shop and the policeman waited in the street for a long time. At last he went into the shop."Where is the man who came in here to buy some bread?" asked the policeman"Oh, he went out the back door," said the owner of the shop.The policeman ran out but he could not see the thief. So he went to the police station and told the others about it. They were very angry with him. All the police of the town began to look forthe thief again and soon they found him. They brought him back to the police station and called the same policeman."Now," said one of them, "take him to the city and do not lose him again."The policeman and the thief went to the station and came up to the same shop."Wait here," said the thief. "I want to go into the shop and buy some bread there.""Oh, no," said the policeman, "you did that once and ran away. Now I'll go into the shop and you'll wait for me here."

The Policeman and the Thief

In a small town a man stole1 some money from a house. The police began to look for the thief. Soon they found him and brought him to the police station.There was a new policeman at the police station and they wanted to give him some work."Take this thief to the city," said one of the policemen. "You must go there by train."The policeman and the thief went to the station. On their way to the station they came to the shop where bread was sold"We have no food and we must eat something in the train," said th thief. "It's a long way to the city and it'll take us a long time to get there. I'll go into the shop and buy some bread. Then you and I can eat in the train. Wait for me here."The policeman was glad to have some food in the train. "Be quick," he said to the thief, "we don't have much time."The thief went into the shop and the policeman waited in the street for a long time. At last he went into the shop."Where is the man who came in here to buy some bread?" asked the policeman"Oh, he went out the back door," said the owner of the shop.The policeman ran out but he could not see the thief. So he went to the police station and told the others about it. They were very angry with him. All the police of the town began to look forthe thief again and soon they found him. They brought him back to the police station and called the same policeman."Now," said one of them, "take him to the city and do not lose him again."The policeman and the thief went to the station and came up to the same shop."Wait here," said the thief. "I want to go into the shop and buy some bread there.""Oh, no," said the policeman, "you did that once and ran away. Now I'll go into the shop and you'll wait for me here."

mmmm very nice ))

I look at you - and losing his mind . And thoughts coalesce into a terrible tangle. I'm in this love , like a cliff dive , And life turns into a raging torrent . Blood explodes and the dawn of flames , And in the colors of the sunset shining amber ... That's just the soul of something numb , Here are just dims and fades altar . And the joy of love somehow weakens : Delight and torment - the crucifixion of the Cross! The fate of you and I would not dare to dissolve , And I can do without the prayers of Christ! But again from the darkness of a sudden the person comes up , Where is your view of how deep the autumn night And if the light of love is not the case, So, what does not go off balance , " Candles" ?

i like poetry

Take care of me, passed the love For the good of my bitter experience reversible , Save with tenderness , which stoked And turning to the poor and slaves. Храни меня всей памятью моей,Do not let freeze with an outstretched hand. Tell me , surely experiencing such We still do not get wiser ! Keep the faith, a passionate and blind , In fact , that an accident will result in eternal. A counterclaim is ... just the counter - Не встреченным собой , а не с судьбой.Keep me passed the love Храни!- как заклинание повторяю.Suppose again, as you will lose everything , But do not have time to become all-powerful pain! Храни до той, что может в миг любойoccur , the last and the first meeting , Until the heavens , which is not bent my shoulders , Keep me , held love ... Until the trail left by you, Where I am hopelessly vegetated only Where do I live a love wilt perform , Take care of me, passed the love !

I think he must

I think he must still like me a little. He couldn't have called me "darling" twice today, if he didn't still like me a little. It isn't all gone, if he still likes me a little; even if it's only a little, little bit. You see, God, if You would just let him telephone me, I wouldn't have to ask You anything more. I would be sweet to him, I would be gay, I would be just the way I used to be, and then he would love me again. And then I would never have to ask You for anything more. Don't You see, God? So won't You please let him telephone me? Won't You please, please, please?

I don't see

I don't see what pride has to do with it. This is such a little thing, for me to be bringing in pride, for me to be making such a fuss about. I may have misunderstood him. Maybe he said for me to call him up, at five. "Call me at five, darling." He could have said that, perfectly well. It's so possible that I didn't hear him right. "Call me at five, darling." I'm almost sure that's what he said. God, don't let me talk this way to myself. Make me know, please make me know.

sport

These are actual sports quotes said by various people throughout the world.nOiler coach Bum Phillips: When asked by Bob Costas why he takes his wife on all the road trips, Phillips responded, "Because she is too ugly to kiss goodbye.nNew Orleans Saint RB George Rogers when asked about the upcoming season: "I want to rush for 1,000 or 1,500 yards, whichever comes first."nAnd, upon hearing Joe Jacoby of the 'Skins say "I'd run over my own mother to win the Super Bowl," Matt Millen of the Raiders said, To win, I'd run over Joe's mom too.nFootball commentator and former player Joe Theismann 1996: "Nobody in football should be called a genius. A genius is a guy like Norman Einstein.nSenior basketball player at the University of Pittsburgh: "I'm going to graduate on time, no matter how long it takes." Bill Peterson, a Florida State football coach: "You guys line up alphabetically by height. and "You guys pair up in groups of three, then line up in a circle."nBoxing promoter Dan Duva on Mike Tyson hooking up again with promoter Don King: "Why would anyone expect him to come out smarter? He went to prison for three years, not Princeton.nStu Grimson, Chicago Blackhawks left wing,explaining why he keeps a color photo of himself above his locker: "That's so when I forget how to spell my name, I can still find my fucking clothes.n

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