Doin’ it fast.

They woke up just before sunrise and made urgent love. Hair was pulled, lips were bitten, pillows were thrown on the floor.

Raging emotions were accelerating. The sun started to poke the horizon. Finally, they lay their together, hands held tightly. 

It was going to be a good day.

True love. 

Haiku for longing

sugarcoatedbunny:

Realized just now
why the hell you’re so sexy
Can I keep you, please?

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Story of my life.

Sometimes, it’s important to finish what you started.

He was laying on the sofa with his belly down, eyes glued to his book, and his legs stretched out. The sun rays poked his hairy legs from the open window. After since the accident 6 months ago and the medication implications from the surgery he spent most of his time studying. Along with a basket of medications he had to take daily, he has been getting blood transfusions for the past 3 months in order to survive the surgeon’s malpractice. He was used to it by now though. A year ago he did not have the slightest idea what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, but recently it clicked…

He studied his ass off to get into med school and was not going to let his health get in the way of his future. He was wanted to help others who were once in his shoes and prove to the world that its possible to not fuck up somebody’s life. He had 2 years left before he was certified. 

He noticed the clouds cover up the sun from his window. His cell phone rang. It blared the “Midnight Train” by Journey. He let the song play for a few seconds before answering it.

“Hello, this is Melinda calling on behalf of Dr. Roberts, are you sitting down, sir?” His heart sank, he knew he was about to be hammered with bad news. The lab results from his last blood transfusion came back with fatal results. He was told he had less than 3 years to live, that is, if he accepted the extra load of medication. He told them he will. He was used them anyways and was always a fighter…

He felt like a truck just plowed him over. He experienced that feeling before. He told his roommate the dreadful news. His roommate was the humorous type. He could make a joke out of any situation. He wasn’t heartless, he just didn’t take anything too seriously. 

He summarized the conversation to his room mate “Sorry man, so what are you going to do after you drop out of med school, man? Live the rest of your life like a kid again?” 

“No, I am going to finish what I started”

maryanfirpo asked: You are an incredible writer. Your style is so simple, yet so meaningful and passionate. I love it. I am hooked.
I hope I can hear or read some variation of these words someday in the future. Whatever, I will stop before I begin to ramble You are fantastic okay bye.

Thanks, Mary. Honestly I didn’t even know I had a style! You know that feeling when you loose your phone, but then find it? 

Yeah, that’s how I feel. 

Anonymous asked: You're so philosophical, I love it. Just wondering, do you ever reblog?

Thanks, however you can be too! Simply start questioning everyday life and seek answers. Start questioning those answers and overtime, you will discover who you truly are and where you stand on certain issues. Spend time to just think, and let go. 

Read books and watch less Jersey Shore, you will find there’s more to life than what you’ve been told. 

About re-blogging, I do yes sometimes, not as much as I would like though…Tumblr lacks some good quality shit sometimes.