Just a little hello from me and his hands.
topless
One of my resolutions was more self care and nice things for myself.
So yay a nice cup of tea.
No, I’m not naked in my apartment in this weather. But I figured I’d better take my shirt off to stay true to the theme of this blog.
“When you find out who you are, you will no longer be innocent. That will be sad for others to see. All that knowledge will show on your face and change it. But sad only for others, not for yourself. You will feel you have a kind of wisdom, very mistaken, but a mistake of some power to you and so you will sadly treasure it and grow it,“ – Lorrie Moore, A Gate at the Stairs.
This is actually some of my favorite stuff right here.
I’m small in stature and I like having someone’s arm across me like that, emphasizing how holdable and moveable I can be. I feel held, possessed. I like the strength behind being pulled into someone that way, even if it is gently.
That spot on my neck is my sweet spot, especially from the back. I melt. I absolutely melt. I give over to it so quickly that I barely even put up any attempt at a fight or a last effort to maintain some sort of dignity or composure. I literally can’t help it sometimes.
And together? Well, I guess you can imagine.
There’s no feeling like waking up from a lovely evening to find snow on the ground. Now just to get my heater working.
“All the kids have always known
That the emperor wears no clothes
But they bow down to him anyway
‘cause it’s better then being alone.
If I was scared, I would,
and if I was bored, you know I would,
And if I was yours, but I’m not.”
She sells seashells by the seashore.