ninasemen: lying in bed, feet trapped in a tangle of sheets, his arms around my neck and waist, his mouth breathing softly against my ear, my lips pressed against his forearm, the soft sun bleached hairs tickling my nose: i am completely fulfilled. i want his warmth against me always, i freeze when his body parts from mine. my love for him floats on the air around me; colors my sky; envelops me...
although i started it a few months ago
i should maaaybe complete my 30 day challenge. just a thought…
a love letter to accounting:
i fucking hate you.
yay i think i found my next tattoo.
now the hard part, hiding it. -_-
You know why Helen Keller couldn’t drive right? It was because she was a...– thank you glee.