My favorite part on your body is your heart. There’s nothing sexier than feeling it beat fast with desire for me. 2018/12/172018/12/17 jarodkintz1Leave a comment Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
When I speak of love, my lips are heart shaped. Why would you ever force me to contort my mouth into a weapon? 2018/12/152018/12/15 jarodkintz1Leave a comment Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
God gave writers one brain and two #MindMouths, so we could talk to ourselves and not have to bother conversing with anybody else by actually speaking. As you read this, my words go from me to you, half of a dialogue, and that’s one 50% I support 100%. 2018/11/082018/11/08 jarodkintz1Leave a comment Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
Societal change starts with me, and if I use my voice to say another should speak for me, by voting, then I can change The System. I’ll use The System to beat The System, by giving power to another person to challenge The System for me, with the understanding that The System that person earns a living off of should be destroyed by that person. 2018/09/282018/09/28 jarodkintz1Leave a comment Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
Cats, they do what they want, when they want, where they want, and that’s why they are my heroes. 2018/05/16 jarodkintz1Leave a comment Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
Even now, I am asleep while we speak. Well, we’re not speaking; I’m writing, and you’re just happy to be a part of my dreams. I’ll let it slide tonight, but tomorrow night, you’re not invited unless you bring chocolate. (Do you also use semicolons in your dreams?) 2018/05/152018/05/15 jarodkintz1Leave a comment Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...