My husband and I came up with this cute little thing that explains our relationship, a few weeks ago and for some reason it just came to mind. Since I’m a water sign and he’s air, we said something along the lines that I need him like the air I breathe and he needs me for without water he’d die. Then we talked about being like the ocean and how when we fight we’re like a fucking tsunami, we are so corny haha I love it though :b
LOL Okay I’m sorry but if you are in practically your bra and panties you may not be asking for it but you are inferring it. Sluts and their excuses.
bra and panties aka also the same clothing silhouette for a swimsuit. obviously that means all ladies at beaches and pools are “inferring” to it as well? fuck you ass-douche.
reblogging for raven gif
I’m working on a whole series that concentrates on my hands. This is #1. I have 3-4 other versions of this that I really like so I may post those too, sorry in advance for the repetition.
The Morning After: Thoughts about the briefness of a hook up written in permanent marker in the places he touched (2013), Lindsay Bottos-Sewell
You’re twenty-one or twenty-nine and your heart’s been broken somewhere between four and twenty times—fetal-position-on-the-bathroom-floor broken, real-country-music broken—and you don’t know how you can ever be expected to go on like this for fifty more years and change.
You have scars. You’ve injured your body in ways that will never fully heal, and you realize you are slowly, incorrigibly sliding away from some physical perfection you imagine you must have possessed sometime in the distant past. Maybe when you were fourteen. Maybe the day you were born.
You’ve gone on and off your medication and the bottle. You’ve had your first marriage and maybe your first divorce, or maybe you’ve always broken things off or been broken off. You’ve fucked and you’ve made love. You’re pretty sure you know the difference now.
You’ve thought of suicide in a post-adolescent way at least once. Practically. Stoically. Without any late-night phone calls. Just sober in a dimly lit bedroom, weighing cons and pros.”