I don't know how you guys do it though; I just find it really difficult to fall in love with someone whom I have a good rapport with![]()
I don't know how you guys do it though; I just find it really difficult to fall in love with someone whom I have a good rapport with![]()
It is easier to love a stranger. They haven't had a chance to disappoint you yet.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
"He is asleep. Though his mettle was sorely tried,
He lived, and when he lost his angel, died.
It happened calmly, on its own,
The way the night comes when day is done."
When I was young, I only had relationships with people I had a rapport with; then I realized I was doing all the talkingWell, now, there is nothing more attractive to me than someone 25 years younger, blonde, beautiful and vacuous...sometimes brunette, beautiful and vacuous
I've learned to keep my friends whom I have a rapport with as just that
What's a ppl![]()
Oh you have it all figured. How methodical
ppl = people, though it's also short for "past participle" and "parts per liter". In this case "people" would be the most appropriate equivalence... unless I can't figure how to have rapports with "participles" and "liters"
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Yea... All that.
Maxi, WHO IS IT?!
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot