Just a moment

‘If you kick again, I’m gonna have to smack you’

Thu, 23 May 2013 14:25:37 +0100

- picking up valuable parenting gems on the train. Make notes, guys.

aseaofquotes: J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King sigh,...

Thu, 23 May 2013 01:54:57 +0100

aseaofquotes:

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

sigh, love this scene

Revelations It’s funny how the more you see and the more...

Tue, 21 May 2013 23:05:00 +0100

Revelations

It’s funny how the more you see and the more you explore and discover, the more you realise you’ve merely touched the vastness of what you have yet to learn.

But my latest striking revelation has to be how easy it is to forget the most profound of fundamentals… to lose sight of what you know you need, to be pushed off track, to trivialise the depth and beauty of what you’re striving to achieve. It’s startlingly easy to forget that it’s not just a game, this thing we do. It is what we are, it sits deep in our core and shapes who we become.

We risk everything in the hope that another will accept the little we offer, cherish it and make magic.

And a few deep breaths and a leap of faith can lead you to the very doorstep of those who will remind you exactly who you are.

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Tue, 21 May 2013 19:58:58 +0100

O_O

Tue, 21 May 2013 12:59:28 +0100

O_O

I predict a potentially long, painful night...

Tue, 21 May 2013 01:26:00 +0100

curling up on the floor with tea, a couple of blankets, a book and a clock to count the minutes..

eep

Peace She lay, curled up on the cool wooden floor, head resting...

Mon, 20 May 2013 20:21:00 +0100

Peace

She lay, curled up on the cool wooden floor, head resting on her little cushion. She’d found the perfect spot; right up by the glass door, in a small patch of sunlight with the garden at her back.

Her mind, so often racing and preoccupied, was still and tranquil.

The calm ebb and flow of her breath filled her ears and the carefree chirping creatures outside shared her mood. She lay and felt the cool wooden floor beneath her, the warmth of the sun caressing her back and the unexplainable joy of belonging. She had never been so content, never so at peace.

As she drifted, somewhere between sleep and contemplation, she heard a man’s heavy footfall. She felt the small reverberations in the ground echo through her as they approached, become one with the slowly increasing beat in her chest. She wondered whether she was dreaming, and some unconscious part of her mind was too afraid to awake, in case she was. In case he would appear behind her eyes and she would miss him if she opened them.

The rhythm urging the one in her chest abruptly came to a halt. She sensed something… someone standing above her… and she knew, without a doubt, that it was him who watched her.

She heard the soft shift of material then… a hand. Touching her head, running itself over her hair, stroking its way down to her shoulder then back up. The animal in her chest lurched. Not in shock but with an unnervingly desperate need for him. As though a single touch of his hand reminded her of who he is, of what she is and how very, very lucky she was to have far more than his hand on her, but to be in his hands. The creature in her burned and reached out through its cage, offering itself to him. The ache throbbing through her veins, fluttering through her stomach and aching in her clit. The rhythm he gave her pounded silently through her small body, forcing her lips open and compelling the smallest of moans to escape.

Eyes still closed, she turned into his hand. She felt the familiar softness of his palm, the one that so often held and pleasured her, taught and admonished her. She almost shook as she kissed and lapped gently at his hand, breathing in his scent, tasting his very essence, lost in his touch. She tilted her head, her need forcing her to his feet, begging, craving, thanking. She had no real question, no specific request, nothing but the desire to be enveloped by him, to be lost in who he is.

She needed to see, to know. She ached to look up and feel the knowing sear of his eyes. She trembled with fear, knowing she would either flood with happiness or lose everything.

Her eyes eased open slowly, her breath ragged and fearful. …a pause. A second of adjustment as her mind caught up with her. She blinked, hope coursing through her for as long as possible before turning into what she feared.

Disappointment took hold, gripped her by the throat in a merciless vice. Unyielding till tears welled and fell, and her breath returned in small gasps. She knew this feeling well and cursed herself for allowing that moment of naïve optimism.

Curling up, she breathed through her pain and forced her eyes shut. That’s where she belonged and where she’d soon be.

On the floor, in the sun, by his feet.

hoodoothatvoodoo: Michel Perez ‘Catrinel Menghia’

Sun, 19 May 2013 03:18:42 +0100

hoodoothatvoodoo:

Michel Perez

‘Catrinel Menghia’

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Sun, 19 May 2013 03:09:29 +0100

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Sun, 19 May 2013 03:08:21 +0100

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Sun, 19 May 2013 03:07:19 +0100

20 minutes until...

Sat, 18 May 2013 11:43:02 +0100

an online friend becomes a real life friend

NO IS THIS REAL what

Fri, 17 May 2013 02:08:28 +0100

NO IS THIS REAL what

Exams done and passed, projects done and handed in, 4 and a half...

Thu, 16 May 2013 18:52:00 +0100

Exams done and passed, projects done and handed in, 4 and a half months of summer to plan.

Things could be worse, right now.

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Thu, 16 May 2013 18:37:56 +0100

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Thu, 16 May 2013 14:01:24 +0100

Nodding off at 1am, crawl into bed. 3 hours later, still wide awake. Sigh.

Wed, 15 May 2013 02:51:00 +0100

Nodding off at 1am, crawl into bed. 3 hours later, still wide awake.

Sigh.

lmao :P

Wed, 15 May 2013 02:50:00 +0100

lmao

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