jealousy [Theme] Page 39

... emotion: something on the verge of anger, with a bit of lust and a drop of despair.
"Jealousy" - filled me in Melanie.

- She's pissed that drew attention to another girl. You feel around her ass and my Tits.

It occurred to me: it's a shame not that you're old and podumaesh, and not even the fact that you will live without a husband, and in poverty; the most insulting is that nobody, absolutely nobody is jealous.

Envy, jealousy, pride.

Sometimes only the jealousy is able to show the true power of feelings. It conquers a woman's heart rather than a thousand declarations of love.

- He's outside.
- Who? This dwarf?
- Are you jealous?
- I'm not jealous of the gnomes.

Jealousy is like a liquid for kindling of fires, which buys inexperienced tourists. When a person begins to pour the jealousy in the fire of love, then fire is barely burning. Or flame does not heat and want it strengthened. In General, something is not right.

Darling, I always will love you, you were made for me, but I want to sleep with other women too. You is unbearable to listen to, although unbearable in fact you do: you deny the essence of my manhood. That I sleep with other people, there is nothing terrible, just enough to inquire from me the details and read my emails. You are free to do the same, I do not forbid, on the contrary, it excites me the idea that you seek the other because, like all men, I repressed Homo. Your jealousy is so reactionary that you are a direct proof of the failure of the sexual revolution. Are you happy to use the gains of feminism, but you give at the same time, and the restoration of the couple the old fashioned way. You don't love me: you want to lay me hands on, and different things. If you loved me as you claim, you wish I always have fun with you and without you, how I want it - with me and without me. We will have to leave on this idiotic and yet (my decision is proof of that) is very important for me reason: I need to touch other bodies, to ensure that I prefer yours. Goodbye, vixen of my life, not understanding, what is the husband. I suggest you to choose suicide or lesbianism, another way out of your neglect of the basics of the basics manhood I see. Take a good look: more you won't see me. Wanting to possess me, you lost me.

Jealousy is the engine of demographics. The more jealousy, the higher the birth rate!

Jealous of a woman to her bed the past is as absurd as say, hate Lenin the October revolution.

- Never mind, she's like a sister to him.
- I have a sister. We do not dance.

I'm jealous, jealous to the air -
Yes, all in vain: under the Gypsy of melancholy burning earth...

Jealousy always looks through a telescope, making small things large, of dwarfs giants, suspicions truths.