I play it over in my head
the way my heart will stop beating,
and then slam wildly against the bones of my chest,
my hands will shake.
Your smile will be casual, but when your eyes turn downward
toward the ground
you will hear a change in my breathing.
I will want to brush my fingers
across the lines of your face.
Instead I will sit on my hands and lean as far as possible
to the side you are sitting on.
I will sit on my hands until they go numb
and tingle with pins and needles.
When no one is looking I will finally stop
feeling so hungry for you.
When no one is looking I will lay my
mouth against any part of you I want,
and hope with every inch of myself
that your hand will find my side,
that you will smile softly, laugh,
and I will begin to spin stories for you
to watch you light up.
Anonymous asked: 55 62 75
lol just realized I could hit the answer button instead of creating a new post. my life.
55. Share a relationship story.
The relationship I’m about to write about is not a conventional one, but it is one of the happiest relationships I’ve ever experienced, as it is purely two people enjoying each other.
One time we were driving together and I fell asleep. As I was sleeping a song he liked came on, and he began to sing. I pretended to sleep for 4 more of the bands songs because he was singing so loud and giggling at himself, and it created such a feeling inside of me that when I did pretend to wake up I could barely say anything. I wrote about the beauty of the moment promptly afterward.
62. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you?
Touch me. People underestimate the feeling of hands on skin, and when hands travel over skin there is an unbearable electricity that stems from that. There are a million and one sexy things, but I feel as though if they touch me and I can see them hungry for my skin, that’s overwhelmingly sexy and beautiful.
75. What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you?
This one is very difficult because it depends on the person, and I always remember terrible things before I remember great ones, but the sweetest thing that anyone has ever done for me is openly trusting me with themselves. There is so much I can drain from a person, I can be so pushy, so absurdly forthcoming, and one time someone let me know that they trust me completely. They told me that they are the most honest with me, and I felt so special that I think about it to this day.
They didn’t realize it
but together they designed a life
and it started with a house- a house they both loved to look at on long drives home, songs making static in the background as the roof rose above them. It started with this house, the house they picked apart for 20 minutes afterward, it had everything they could want.
And then they fell in love
but did not know that they did.
Together they began to paint, paint and weave, sew and sculpt. “Go on a drive with me” he would say to her, and they would drive for miles into the city, where he watched her swoon over the concrete he’d learned to despise.
On the way back they passed it
“the brick” she said
“the arches” he replied.
“I would want a wine garden, somewhere to dance in the yard, a bed for flowers, tall grass for hiding, a place for swimming.”
She goes on
“swimming naked in the night or day, the water is probably warm. I want to feel my toes on the stones.”
He laughs at her a lot, and while laughing her body comes to his mind. When did she begin looking so soft, when did she begin to glow?
Each day they touch each other, their hands and feet, legs and chests, stomach pressed against stomach and as he breathes out she breathes in, smelling the way his lungs smell, his mouth and nose smells. He reaches out to touch her arm.
They begin to drive home. Today was a good day.
People actually asked me stuff. 5,8,9,13
5. Are you in love?
That’s funny because I am. Not in love like planning a future or being something crazy, but loving someone because they’re beautiful. I’m in love with a lot of things I guess, I’m in love with a lot of things about a lot of people. It’s part of being me- that rise in my chest when I can breathe in someone.
8. Describe your crush.
I never get sick of him. He’s my very best friend in the world, and beautiful and irritating. He’s pervasive, kind of bleeds into every part of my day. When something great happens, I want to tell him about it, when something terrible happens, I want to tell him about it. He’s tall, angular, thin, kind of awkward. Generally breathtakingly handsome.
9. Describe your perfect mate.
My perfect mate needs to be patient and intelligent, because I am scattered and feverish. My perfect mate needs to love that I am passionate, yet probably curb that passion with their own calmness. We need to adventure together, make love together in all aspects of life. I want them to see small parts of me and adore them, and likewise. My perfect mate thinks about me. I think about them.
13. Do you get jealous easily
I am the singular most jealous person I know in this universe. I like to admit it to people I care about. I get so jealous I make myself literally sick, and need to take tums to calm my stomach. I get so jealous I shake. I hate it, but it’s true.
About me
We can all just go on forever and I'll tell everyone every single thing we said, because it was good and real and what comes out when you're feeling like forever should never be kept inside again.
