soul full of love, laughter, and passion. newyork living, wildthing, in love with life, music, and ladies. 5'3", brown eyes, smile like the sun rise. whatever you do, make sure that it is founded in love, and it makes you happy.twitter: jesimjess instagram: wildthinggg Dardly Elizabeth Bonilla, I am yours, always.
My sheets still smell like you.
Your ghost lingers my room, and your fingers are still drawn across my body.
How do I erase you from the deepest cores of my heart..
Loving you keeps me up at night.
In 1933, a girl dressed all in blue came to Willoughby, Ohio on a Greyhound bus. She stayed the night in a boarding house before spending the next day greeting everyone with heartfelt warmth. At the end of the day, she saw the train to New York approach, dropped her cases, sprinted for the track, was hit by the train and died of her injuries. No one knew her name for 60 years, yet 3,000 people attended her funeral. And no one will ever know if it was an accident or suicide.
I gazed at her, at first with a gaze which is not merely the messenger of the eyes, but at whose window all the senses assemble and lean out, petrified and anxious, a gaze eager to reach, touch, capture, bear off in triumph the body at which it is aimed, and the soul with the body.