Oh, tumblr, I just can’t make myself sleep. I hate this feeling.
couch
Truth: If introduced to a comfortable couch, I will naturally curl up and want to take a nap. Especially in the right lighting. I have the impulses of a house-cat.
Bright red stockings. If only there was a use for you besides wearing nothing else and eyefucking someone from a couch.
Seriously, I love the color. But what would I wear it with?
Yes, darling, it’s going to get so much worse before it gets any better. Provided you have some patience and the sensibility to refrain from dripping onto the furniture.
Oh babe.
Yesterday, I had a conversation with Heart about when she revealed her own little taboo experience and we got into how strangely freeing and comforting tumblr can be. The car story I’ve been writing about is probably only known by two other people than those involved and one part, specifically, no one has heard. I’ve been debating putting it up here.
But, either way, I suppose what I’m getting at here is that the catharsis that this site offers is simply marvelous (provided no one I know finds this and figures out it’s me).
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
— Anaïs Nin