I’m so so sorry I went away this year, and missed seeing you. Seeing you a week ago was not enough. I miss you so much already, and words cannot describe the hole that is already left in my heart. You’ve always been an angel, heaven just finally gave you back your wings. I love you. So much. I’ll miss you every day.
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask’d, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
I was refraining from posting this on Tumblr, BUUT, I need to sleep so I need to get this out of my head.
I really want to do a cute and sexy pinup photoshoot, and get some really nice ones to give to my boyfriend for our fast approaching one year anniversary. I have however encountered a few problems with this:
1) I know no photography students, or anyone really good with a camera to help me with this.
2) Although I’ve lost almost ten pounds this year, and am getting increasingly closer to my ideal weight, I’m still struggling with my body a little bit, which leads me to my third and final problem..
3) I have no articles of clothing that constitute “pinup style” or know anyone with anything that would fit me.
So ultimately, my fun idea is screwed. Yupp. That’s all.
“Who the hell names hurricanes and why do they give them the least threatening names? If you see on the news that hurricane Erin is blowing through, you’re like ‘Pfft. Erin? I can take that slut’. But if it’s like hurricane Dicksmasher is coming, you pack up and leave.”
“Spending time with you showed me what I’ve been missing in my life. The more time we spent together, the more I could imagine it lasting in the future. That’s never happened to me before, and I’m not sure it’ll ever happen again. I’ve never been in love with anyone before you came along — not real love anyway…not like this. And I’d be a fool if I let you slip away without a fight.”—Nicholas Sparks, The Choice (via simply-quotes)