November 2010
Dear life, I like you sometimes. →
Since She Left: cchugg: Warm blankets and a cool... →
cchugg:
Warm blankets and a cool pillow hitting my face and bare skin as I snuggle deep into the safest place I know. The ache behind my eyelids as I adjust to the darkness and try to close them for extended periods of time. Your hand, sliding from my hip bone up to my most prominent rib and…
My whole life, okay?
My whole life, okay? You have been silent for months, and more than anything, this is what you want to say: We were dating my whole life. And I don’t mean symbolically, as in I keep going for the same type of guy and this is a pattern that needs exploring, like paisley. I mean, I was born and he was born and then we fell in love. And now all I have is a memory that won’t quit and some...
