I want to climb into bed with someone and have them hold me throughout the entire night. I want both of us to be completely naked. No make-up to hide imperfections. I want to feel the intensity and warmth of their breath on the back of my neck without a cotton barrier. I want to feel every jolt of nervousness and doubt as they trace their fingertips over my body. I want to feel every curve and angle underneath their skin as they press their body up against me. I want to be trapped in their embrace. I want to be suffocated with the scent of them surrounding me; the roughness of a man’s hands as he traces lines over my own skin, taking pieces of me away and giving me mismatched pieces of himself to treasure and hoard for eternity. I want to close my eyes and feel nothing, think of nothing, but him and the way I fit perfectly into his arms, how we surely must have been created from the same mold. I want his body wrapped around me so tightly that I can only just catch my breath. I want my skin to tingle with his movements as he fidgets in his sleep, excited simply by the prospect of feeling his hands on me. I want him to bury his face into my neck, my hair, and tell me that he adores me. I want him to whisper words of devotion into my ear as I drift off into sleep, and I want him to continue hours after my breathing has deepened and my body relaxed. I want to wake up in the morning and squeeze my eyes shut, lying as silently still as possible so as not to wake him, just to prolong that precious moment. I want to belong and share and know what it is to love and be loved again without awkwardness or doubt or anxiety. I just need you.
when I commit to a person, I FUCKING COMMIT. if their depression, anxiety or life comes knocking, you bet your ass i’m at the door with a double sided axe waiting for a good fight.
you cant expect people, to always be happy, even if they are in love. because life doesn’t stop for anyone. But you can be there for the good fight.
|student:||hey government can I have some money to go to university|
|uk government:||sure here you go. you'll have to pay it back but only when you're earning £21,000+ a year, and if you don't pay it off after 30 years we'll just write it off, don't worry about it man|
|scottish government:||nah man just go to uni we ain't gonna charge you|
|us government:||no. you gotta pay it yourself. upfront. your parents have to save up from the moment you're born. good luck, fucker.|
Miss Lane debuted her latest Disney costume at WDW Sunday for Dapper Day. She cosplayed at the Magic Kingdom as Jane Porter (from Disney’s Tarzan) and she really had a blast and met tons of very dapper friends. :D
At the top I made a little collage of construction pics I snapped while sewing her costume. (I was up until 4am Sunday morning -four hours before we left for the park- so sadly I didn’t snap pics of some of the pieces coming together in the end.) I started out with a bright yellow tablecloth I found at Goodwill for $4.99. The color was perfect and just screamed Jane to me. (I’ve wanted to sew her costume forever and finally did it! YAY!) I created a bustle with steel hooping for her to wear under the dress (she also had a crinoline I made out of some netting.) The hat is from Children’s Place and I just changed out the band around it. The belt is a remnant of brown suede and the tie was a scrap leftover from the hat band material. The little parasol was a lace one I found at a thrift store and I took it apart and sewed a new cover to make it look more like Jane’s. I ran out of time so it’s missing the tassles and a few minor details, but I may revisit it before she wears it again. I kind of just made up the pattern and draped it as I went. They really don’t make bustle dress patterns in 18-24 month sizes. ;) All in all I’m very happy with the finished dress and she was such a trooper wearing it around the park all day. It’s was quite warm, too—but she kept the hat and gloves on the entire time, and for a 2 year old toddler, that’s saying something! :D I’m so proud of my little cosplayer.