sine qua non.

Sep 04

Happy Birthday to me!

Jul 11

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Jul 06

Will you not eat your word?

Benedick: I do love nothing in the world so well as you: is not that strange?
Beatrice: As strange as the thing I know not. It were as possible for me to say I loved nothing so well as you: but believe me not; and yet I lie not; I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing.
Benedick: By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me.
Beatrice: Do not swear, and eat it.
Benedick: I will swear by it that you love me; and I will make him eat it that says I love not you.
Beatrice: Will you not eat your word?
Benedick: With no sauce that can be devised to it. I protest I love thee.
Beatrice: Why, then, God forgive me!
Benedick: What offence, sweet Beatrice?
Beatrice: You have stayed me in a happy hour: I was about to protest I loved you.
Benedick: And do it with all thy heart.
Beatrice: I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.

“O that I were a man for his sake! Or that I had any friend would be a man for my sake! But manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue. I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.” — Beatrice, Much Ado About Nothing.

“I love your depth and care. Darling you are a natural born Beatrice. Use your cunning and tongue wisely and please only bestow the most deserving mongrels and filth of soceitie with your eloquent bashings.” — Got to be one of the best compliments I’ve ever gotten.

Jul 03

I want to explore you.

I want to count your freckles like stars and lose track and have to start over again and again.

I want to listen to you tell me things while I move behind you and touch your neck with only my breath.

I want to bury my face in your hair and inhale…

I want to bury my face in your chest, your thighs, between your shoulder blades, and inhale.

Tonight, all I want is you and the ability to twist time and space to suit our desires.

I want to feel the coarseness of your facial hair sting and scratch the softest parts of me.

I want to feel small and safe in your hands.

I want to place M&Ms on you in the shape of our secret constellation and remove them one by one with only my mouth.

I want to know what your tongue tastes like.

Your wrists too.

I want to look past the reflection of myself in your eyes, count the colors and commit them to memory.

I want to use my nails on you, but I want to be forced to.

I want to be tangled with you and talk and talk and talk, as if our words were what kept the moon in the sky.

I want to see you smile when I do, as if your lips were attached to mine by invisible threads.

I want to see my hair mixed up with yours and invent a name for that color.

I want to see my skin next to yours and invent a name for that color too.

I want to know if I am right about the shape of your body fitting into mine just like a puzzle piece.

I want you to connect your brain to mine in the best way you know how… In that fist-clenchingly intense way that only you know of.

I want to express myself with you.

I simply want to explore you.

Jun 28

Sigh…

(via palahniukandchocolate)

Jun 17

“My deal includes the ripping off of clothes and the hiding of my naughty bits inside of you.”