December 2010
51 posts
thuntress:
People can be so twisted.
We all can be so twisted.
My skin feels good all over and you aren’t even touching it yet.
Life Goals:
1. Travel. 2. See the world. I don’t want to wait for anyone. Or pretend to be responsible about it any more. I just want my life to be a series of one way tickets and different landscapes and just one hand to hold.
I just want to fit this one planet into my one lifetime. Is that too much to ask?
I am itching to explore with an empty suitcase.
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“Our distance is merely geographical. You are never far from my thoughts.”
I feel as though I have two new family members. My favorite foreigners. I never want them to leave our holiday table. I feel so lucky to have such close friends. Happy Christmas.
Last night in my dreams
We were in a remote village in the mountains. The place at which we were staying was decently modern, but they did not have any coffee anywhere on the premises. I road a bike forty five miles in the pouring rain to a Dunkin ( I guess the village wasn’t that remote). I had a caramel latte’ and I brought you back a chai tea. When I arrived back, soaked, we cuddled and fell asleep. And...
What I want for Christmas...
1. To be healthy 2. To be happy (got that) 3. To be held
Some days I wish I had tunnel vision. The only thing I’d focus on is your smile.
dsadjlskja
Happiness now vs happiness later vs happiness now and later The correct choice is obvious But This would be much easier if I knew which would give me what
Black '99 five speed VW Beetle
Please don’t run away from me. I’m a very good momma. I take care of you. I fill your belly with lots and lots of gas. I love you the most. You are actually my most prized possession. You will not find anyone else who will love you more sliding down my drive way. There are only rocks who will stop you and beat you up! Stay with me where I leave you. E-Break, I’ll take care of you...
I’m not a little girl playing dress-up in the mirror with her dolls. I’m a woman who knows what she wants and how to get it. Though I may still try you on for size.
“If you know you are going to fail, then fail gloriously.”
– Cate Blanchett In process. Gloriously and gracefully.
This →
is almost my key.
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Warm sweater. Hot Coffee. Hotter Fire. Thick socks. Scarf. Moe. The snow doesn’t look so bad from in here. It is actually just a little beautiful. Like you are a little beautiful. And you would fit so perfectly into this frame, but for the first time I am glad you aren’t here. Thinking about you will be enough when I’m looking for a distraction.
You did not question eating the Clementine I pulled from my bag. That’s when I knew we were in love.
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I love that I can wake up each morning and think of you. See your face behind closed eyes before I sleep. I can remember your smile and your words once more. I love the fact that I am yours.
If you ever wondered what I'm doing all day... →
I like.
what is sitting on my bed right now. that is all.
There IS nothing left to crumble. When you are left with nothing, you have to start to build back up. Together. This feeling is excitement among other things.
Don’t say such perfect things unless you are going to follow through. You play with my heartstrings. But that’s only because I’ve allowed you in.
What was I thinking?
FUCK.
Where can I get a new job? I don’t want to be a real person. I just want to snuggle. But seriously, who is hiring?
Most romantic thing I have heard in a long time...
“If I were a wizard, the image of you and I would be my happy thought while casting my patronus.”
Dear Tumblr.
That was a sick joke. Please don’t leave me ever again. <3
iampatato:
I used to fear writing about love. I feared not doing it justice, and in writing it poorly, render it a weak and fragile thing, that no one would believe. But then I fell in love. I fell in love and love hurt. Love rendered me a weak and fragile thing, but it was beautiful, it was what made life worth living, it was more than I ever would have believed. Now I don’t fear writing...
Lately, you are the only thing that makes any sense to me. (For the first time in a long time, I’m not writing this about Emilija or Moe.)
I want your
Eyes. Arms. Thoughts. Eyes. Arms. Thoughts. Eyes. Arms. Thoughts. Eyes. Arms. Thoughts. Eyes. Arms. Thoughts. Eyes. Arms. Thoughts. Eyes. Arms. Thoughts. Eyes. Arms. Thoughts. Eyes. Arms. Thoughts. Eyes. Arms. Thoughts. Eyes. Arms. Thoughts. Eyes. Arms. Thoughts. vEyes. Arms. Thoughts. Eyes. Arms. Thoughts. Eyes. Arms. Thoughts. Eyes. Arms. Thoughts. Eyes. Arms. Thoughts. Eyes....
This is exactly how I feel right now.