I’m dying to move on
but there’s some shred of hope
that maybe, just maybe
things will work out for once
that keeps me hanging on
Missing you comes in waves.
Tonight I’m drowning.
i have just found out that ‘pie’ means ‘godly’ in latin no joke omfg
I came home with you and it was beautiful and we fought like we always fight, except I’m getting tired. I’m too invested to be ok with your insults, too weary to fob you off with my own. We’ve had a wonderful couple of days back at Uni but you’re keeping your phone away from me and strange scratch marks keep appearing on your back. They’re not me, I know you only like it between your shoulder-blades, and never hard enough to draw blood. You’re blaming them on the gym equipment.
I wished that woman would write and proclaim this unique empire so that other women, other unacknowledged sovereigns, might exclaim: I, too, overflow; my desires have invented new desires, my body knows unheard-of songs. Time and again I, too, have felt so full of luminous torrents that I could burst - burst with forms much more beautiful than those which are put up in frames and sold for a stinking fortune. And I, too, said nothing, showed nothing; I didn’t open my mouth, I didn’t repaint my half of the world. I was ashamed. I was afraid, and I swallowed my shame and my fear. I said to myself: You are mad! What’s the meaning of these waves, these floods, these outbursts? Who, surprised and horrified by the fantastic tumult of her drives, hasn’t accused herself of being a monster? Who, feeling a funny desire stirring inside her, hasn’t thought she was sick?
well i rather embarrassingly got a cheeky video deleted off the private blog i have for the boy. do you think the moderators watched it first? how massively awkward.
Ok so my night out and talking to my sister’s friends have provided a lot of clarity on the readership of this blog. To provide clarity on the content, THIS BLOG IS MINE. I post what I post, and that includes, on occasion, some graphic descriptions/photos of my relationships. Not dissimilar, I might add, to thousands of other blogs on tumblr. I should not be hounded as the county’s easiest fuck as a result. I should not be judged. And I really don’t want to start moderating my posts in order to stop this happening but I feel like it’s heading that way. Just, ugh. SOME PEOPLE, INCLUDING ME, HAVE SEX. Can we just deal with that concept and move on please.