February 2012
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Drowning in Euphoria: Something. →
fawnsparrows:
I rested my head atop yours. I felt your eyelashes flutter against my cheek, and your hand slowly crept up my thigh - sending a wave of shivers across my flushed skin. We laid there, tangled and meshed, with no particular mission in mind to accomplish. It was just quiet, just subtle touches here…
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I haven’t been able to write much lately, although I’ve had plenty of stuff to write about. It’s a bit hard to organize my thoughts, as well as the fact that I’m reluctant to share them with anybody but myself.
I’ve been having an awful lot of dreams about James, which I guess shouldn’t be too weird since we have been spending the weekends together. However...
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http://hitreplay.blogspot.com/ →
This is the link to my old blogspot.
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Creative photography
http://www.mymodernmet.com/profiles/blogs/a-father-who-creatively
“The human heart is made from the only substance in the universe that can become...”
– I Wrote This For You: The Billions Of Pieces (via kari-shma)
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This is why I procrastinate so much I end up doing...
So I’m sitting in the library trying to read an article on modern psychoanalytic thought and this is what keeps going through my head: “The absolute is not the end all to end all, which in of itself, is a tautology, which in of itself is cyclical thinking, by which the etymological meaning of the idiomatic expression in of itself has no inherent meaning in of itself. And the intrinsic...
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You make it so easy to feel like home, even though it’s not our home but yours. I enjoy the quiet of the mornings as we wake up to the sunlight bathing the room. The way you tangle your limbs with mine so I have to pry them apart to run to the bathroom, eager to return to the warm bed and your warmer body. Your skin is so soft under my fingertips but I can feel your muscles dance whenever I...