FUCK YOU BRIAN HAHA
I didn’t mean to have you.
wait. why does everyone have iphone
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I’m not too big on generalizations, but I will say this - I think most redheads tend to look alike, and by that I mean incredibly hot.
I thank God you weren’t in Boston, and I know you weren’t hurt in today’s bombings, but I still think about you every day and I want you to be safe no matter where you’re at or who you’re with. And if you ever need anything, just know I’ll be here for you.
Before I get inside you,
I’ll want a taste of you. It’s like the appetizer, getting you ready for what’s about to come. Besides you, that is. I love it when you let me go down on you. I really can’t tell you why. Maybe it’s the feeling of knowing that you’re getting absolutely nothing, but pleasure out of it. And that it’s me who’s giving it to you.
The way you let me know I’m doing you right, is just so fucking hot. When you squeeze my head in between your legs so damn tightly. Fingers running through my hair, while you’re pushing my face against you as if I could get any closer than I already am. I can hear you panting so loud, it just tells me that I shouldn’t stop.
Then there it is. You let me know that I should. Not with words, but with your body language. The moment your eyes roll back, thighs quiver, and your grip on me loosens. I know I got it out of you. And as I look back up at you with that huge grin on your face, trying to catch your breath, I know I accomplished my goal. That’s what you wanted, right?
gpoy
I love hedgehogs, but I’m not too good at being responsible for living things (except plants)… so I will reblog this picture and simply dream about what could be…
The Flying Zebra, by Stella Maria Baer.
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It’s my new favorite blog.
I’ve also decided that my ideal interior decor would be roughly described as “warm industrial”.
Both of these things make me very happy - because once you have a handle on what you want it becomes all the more easier to go after it.
Right?
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!
Have a Little Faith in Me
When the road gets dark
And you can no longer see
Just let my love throw a spark
And have a little faith in me
And when the tears you cry
Are all you can believe
Just give these loving arms a try
And have a little faith in me
And
Have a little faith in me
Have a little faith in me
Have a little faith in me
Have a little faith in me
When your secret heart
Cannot speak so easily
Come here darlin’
From a whisper start
To have a little faith in me
And when your back’s against the wall
Just turn around and you will see
I will catch, i will catch your fall baby
Just have a little faith in me
Have a little faith in me
Have a little faith in me
Have a little faith in me
Have a little faith in me
Well, I’ve been loving you for such a long time girl
Expecting nothing in return
Just for you to have a little faith in me
You see time, time is our friend
‘Cause for us there is no end
And all you gotta do is have a little faith in me
I said I will hold you up, i will hold you up
Your love gives me strength enough
So have a little faith in me
-John Hiatt
After months of nothing she causally “liked” my facebook status.
I suppose that means I should be happy, I mean it tells me I still show up in her activity feed, it shows she sees me and pays attention right? Really though, it just caused my stomach to drop. I don’t even pretend to act like I’m over her when she’s around. I really see no point in it. I want her to know that I still want her, that I still care. Even if she doesn’t like me, even if she’s over it, even if she’s with somebody else. So let’s be serious, it’s a casual thougthless click of a button. It’s the least meaningful way to show somebody they register as a mere blip on their field of view. It’s the smallest morsel of a crumb of hope that has been batted onto the floor. In essence it means nothing, and I mean nothing to her.
It’s been a strange week of connecting with exgirlfriends and those I’m interested in. Really there’s been several weeks of this, but so many thoughts that all seem so overwhelming. Conflicting thoughts and feelings. The first girl I ever got physical with said she wished we would’ve lasted longer. In retrospect I know it was the right choice a the time, but as she said your needs change over time. I keep wondering what she meant - I look forward to the next opportunity we have to talk, but it’s pretty likely that she just meant it in wistful sort of way…
If there’s one thing I learned as I’ve grown older it’s that love is more complicated than when you’re a child. I used to think you could love somebody and that was it. You only loved one person at a time and when those feelings were over they were dead. Turns out it’s not the case, and I’ve seen how the movies pretty much nail it with the whole starcrossed lovers get seperated and lead seperate lives but never really let go of what was once between them. I can’t imagine not spending my life with the one I truely love, and yet it happens. It’s real. I’ve seen it. It scares me. It horrifies me.
