Because hilarious sex toy blogging got me my 500th follower.
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awesome
Oh I would be so freaking happy.
Why would you post this where I could see it? You know it just tempts me to take you up on it when it will be really, really awkward for you.
omg i dont usually post period stuff but holy shit did this make me laugh
My vagina and I are on okay terms. My uterus and I are not.
Wow. This is awesome. An accurate depiction.
All I really know…
is that I love him. More than I know how to put in words or actions or song. I don’t know much about where I’m going with my life but I’ve gotten to a point I don’t really care as long as he comes, too.
I feel silly when tears come to my eyes because I miss him so much, I get irritated with myself for wanting to listen to sappy songs and know for once in my life, someone feels all those things about me. I’m so grateful for it, it’s the thing that keeps me going day by day.
I know that the next few months will probably be very hard work, with both of us working and him going to school but somehow it feels like it’ll be worth anything just to fall asleep holding him every night.
Then you are mistaken, and you know nothing about me, and nothing about the sort of love of which I am capable. Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear. Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be my treasure still: if you raved, my arms should confine you, and not a strait waistcoat—your grasp, even in fury, would have a charm for me: if you flew at me as wildly as that woman did this morning, I should receive you in an embrace, at least as fond as it would be restrictive. I should not shrink from you with disgust as I did from her: in your quiet moments you should have no watcher and no nurse but me; and I could hang over you with untiring tenderness, though you gave me no smile in return; and never weary of gazing into your eyes, though they had no longer a ray of recognition for me.
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Charlotte Brontë (via atomos) This is hauntingly beautiful. |
“Sections in the bookstore
- Books You Haven’t Read
- Books You Needn’t Read
- Books Made for Purposes Other Than Reading
- Books Read Even Before You Open Them Since They Belong to the Category of Books Read Before Being Written
- Books That If You Had More Than One Life You Would Certainly…
And then my life would be perfect.
