February 2012
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I go to write. To pour out the bottled emotion that I have and I’m at a loss. So much to say and yet nothing that hasn’t already been said hundred times.
Our yesterdays, today and tomorrows hold them close and let the love we share fill you and carry you through the dark times.
I love you, always heart and soul
Fucking a Gryffindor →
I was too drunk to fuck by the time she told me to call her Hermione.
We had stumbled out of the bar a half hour earlier, and I thought the cab ride home might have cleared my sense. I hoped that back at my place—with her shirt lying on the ground and my hand wrapped around her wrists—it would all fall into place. Hope, I realized very quickly, is for the sober.
“I thought you picked me up...
“They have an unusual relationship. And when things are good, it’s magic.”
– Lisa McMann, Fade (via dage)
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just talking →
This is very much us, Lover ~smiling in thought of that first kiss and touch~
mywrds:
just talking
have we ever talked about kissing each other the warm press of lips, my hand on the back of your neck one hand on the small of your back holding you to me or where our kissing would could should lead have we ever talked about our first kiss yet to come our first meeting face to face do you run to...
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Fear is only as deep as the mind allows.
Japanese Proverb
waking, drenched in need
I woke drenched in need my body craving you your taste your touch aching to take you aching to keep you Hunger for you I woke drenched in need of you to wrap you tight to keep you safe because need is far more than just this deep craving I crave you body and mind But I need you through and through
mywrds
WB-
You’re partially right. Thank you for the kind words.
.MB.
I'm sad.
Bummer damn it
themarke:
Now I have to wait until fall for another football game.
Watch~grins~
This way
*LMAO* R2D2
profoundlyv:
CeeLo Green is techno Harry Potter? Or is it R2D2?
Damn that man is hot.
profoundlyv:
Well, my night is complete. Just saw David Beckham in his skivvies.
-V
that look, no more →
that look, no more
I watched you undress blouse fallen at your feet Undoing your bra you looked at me hair falling over your eye contrition and defiance mixed on your face White anger brought me to you binding your wrists with my hand behind your back Ripping you bra off taking your chin in my hand I stared into your eyes You will never look at me That way That look ended us when I found you...
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