fully love sitting somewhere alone... smoking a cone and just coming up with the most awesome life theorys. best thing ever
im with hippy at heart here... i also wanna smoke a fat cone alone and come up with some hilarious stoner shit... like back in da old days
I love my boyfriend. He is the sweetest person ever :] I also Love my friends. I love life I love Animals I love pretty much everything good :]
I love you all:grouphug: I love the feeling of being in love I still love lizziet I love hippies I love dreadlocks I love the sun on my almost naked body I love swimming I love being mellow I love VW's I love women I love good ganja I love my friends I love those I've never met I love a warm body next to mine on a cold winter day I love a fire in the fireplace I love long hugs and did I mention... I love all of you:grouphug:
My ability to love is nowadays only a latent possibility. Thus I can't love anything. I am sure that there -is- or -exists- love in 'me' in some form or another somehow, somewhere. But I do not feel it, and I don't think I can honestly say 'I love' unless I feel it. But maybe it's normal for this phase in my life-plan. Btw; I don't think craving or enjoy using possessions has anything to do with love (at least the way I understand it). That seems just materialistic lust, a desire, a want.. love is independent of those things, it just flows .. joy that you may get from doing something with some object or in some object is not really -love-. At least my understanding of Love dictates that it is something spiritual, something higher, and that the target of it is real - and not maya.. Oh, how easy in this world it is to confuse love and lust. - Vortac
i love my children, and im with you soaring eagle, i love lovin too! but i really love my children the most!
I really love thinking about and contemplating death. I am always trying to consciously work at becoming "friends" with the thought of my death, and want to die "good". I want to be proud of myself, want to make sure while I am still able, to straighten out everything important in my life , so I don't have numerous regrets or unresolved conflicts when I approach the end. I want to ponder these things, death and dying, because I have realized that it enhances my life, and makes me more grateful for the time I have, and helps me experience each day to the fullest.
Whenever I think of death, I think of freedom. I am kinda feeling that death is 'late' and am tapping my feet in a frustrated manner and watching my clock. Dang, it's still not here.. what's taking it so long? I think I have had already too much time here .. can't really be grateful that I have to rot here still although I could be freely travelling and roaming the Universe and it's beauty and wonders and other civilizations .. I am just here, and not only that, but in this unbearable world. If I could even get transformed to a 'decent' planet (wouldn't have to be perfect..), I wouldn't mind that death is late. - Vortac
dude, wat happened to jimmy morrison and the doors... "URE LOST< LITTLE GIRL"...its good shit, its sweet
I really love sleeping, sleeping of all kinds.! I love deep sleeping, light sleeping, and napping anytime. My partner gets up very early, and I always wake up too, just so I can go back to sleep again. I will drink a cup of tea, read a book or magazine, then go back to sleep for a couple of more hours. This special time, after drinking a mildly stimulating beverage, and being awake for a half hour or so, seems to provoke some very interesting thinking and dreaming. This unique dream state is enough reason for me to wake myself up every morning, just so I can go back to sleep again.