i wonder....
….if he had any idea how i felt. if he knew how much i thought about a future with him. if he feels like he made a mistake. if he still cares about me. if he misses me. cause i sure do miss him.
November 2010
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drink your juice.: The other night I was watching →
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a friend’s kids and reading the littlest one a bedtime story. She’d picked Peter Rabbit — which is really dark if you haven’t checked it out in a while, jesus christ — and one of the motifs throughout the story is that this bunny keeps losing his clothes while fleeing in terror from his would-be…
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God only knows how much I'd love you if you'd let me, but I can't break through at all.
When you’re dreaming with a broken heart
The giving up is the hardest part
He takes you in with your crying eyes
Then all at once you have to say goodbye
Wondering could you stay my love?
Will you wake up by my side?
No he can’t, ‘cause he’s gone, gone, gone, gone, gone….
Me watching Doctor Who
- Lady: Who's he?
- The Doctor: I'm the doctor.
- Lady: Doctor Who?!
- Me: Huuurduuur I see what you did there!
I love men. →
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I love men. I mean, I really love men. I love the way they smell, I love the way they taste. I love the veins in their forearms and the hair on their chests. I love the feel of their scruffy faces and lightly calloused hands against yours. I love the dimples in their backs, the muscles bustling under the skin. I love their tattoos and their freckles and their scars. I love their height and their strength. I love the V’s on their hips and the slight in their steps. I love their deep, gravelly voices and their stubbornness. I love the way they look in three piece suits, I love them in jeans and t-shirts. I love when they feel like naked means everything but their socks, and I love when those smiles tickle the corners of their mouths because they’re thinking about someone they love. I love how their jaws clench when they’re trying to suppress their rage. I love it when they lift you off your feet in a hug, when they nibble on the nape of your neck. I love their scrappiness, their softness, their unpredictability and their stability. I love when they play video games; when they read books; when they play basketball; when they answer your phone call with “hey, babe”; when they pet their cats; when they talk to their dogs in high pitched voices; when they hold babies; and when they sit on the other end of the couch with your feet in their lap and tickle your soles every time you let your guard down. I love their loyalty. I love their differences and similarities. I love that there are good ones and ‘bad’ ones and in between ones and that finding the right one for you can be a struggle but is usually damn well worth it in the end.
I just really love them, and I felt like saying so. So I did.
