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LoveIsLimitless

  • Dramatic Poetry Re: That Girl In The Mirror.

    A person changed. The face is still the same(this bothers me! poetry doesnt have to have proper language, and whenyou add to much of it,,, it makes it sound terrible. ...

    Apr 2, 2009
  • Romantic Short Stories Re: How To Begin Your Summer

    i think you should write more like this. it was really good and i could feel the feeling between the two boys . im bi so im all for any ...

    Mar 29, 2009
  • Romantic Short Stories Re: I love her, deal with it.

    i know this sounds bad and is bad but i wrote it really quickly and didnt really bother too do much editing. it's also my first time writing about,,, that ...

    Mar 18, 2009
  • General Fiction Short Stories Re: The Empath

    yay. thnx for posting another one like i asked. i really liked it. it seems like it really is written by someone with esp. good job. and thnx again for ...

    Mar 18, 2009
  • Welcome Mat Re: hi im new and looking for buds

    i sing at hotels to make money so i can buy a ca. i usually write love stories or about world issues!

    Mar 17, 2009
  • Romantic Short Stories Re: I love her, deal with it.

    I think that this is cool, the way that you are proud and unashamed of how you feel. I'm not bi or anything, but i totally support you. i think ...

    Mar 17, 2009
  • Romantic Short Stories Re: I love her, deal with it.

    ok so, dont be brutal, this is based on an actual experience i had. so it's half fiction half not. plz dont make fun of bisexuality. Be who you are, ...

    Mar 16, 2009
  • Romantic Short Stories Re: I love her, deal with it.

    This kind of has a message so try to look beyond the sex part a bit. I love her, deal with it. Im sitting here with the most beautiful girl ...

    Mar 16, 2009
  • Welcome Mat Re: hi im new and looking for buds

    Yo yo yo. bring on the people!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Mar 4, 2009


I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights