I realize dealing with different people that what they’re truly looking for is to be Fathered by someone, to know the love of the Father because mostly all I see are orphans in people living just to make it through when we were created to shine. And when I speak to people about my walk with God, their face lights up or they start crying and I realize it’s because people are yearning for His voice and His friendship.
Everything in my life is secondary to knowing Jesus and being one with Him. I don’t even consider my own life important apart from His love for me. That’s not looking down on myself, it’s lifting Him up within me as He is faithful to care for and carry me up with Him. It’s not a one-sided relationship. He is my constant.
i’ve always wanted someone i could hug and kiss on randomly. go up to them and peck their cheek, come up behind them and hug their back. now i have that.
Let’s Just Stay In, digital painting, 2019
artist Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/duskwalk/
artist Flickr: https://www.flickr.com/photos/caracadman/
I have always seen images and stories on here about how intimate hair can be for a couple i.e trimming, braiding, brushing their hair and the idea always appealed to me but I never truly understood it
I have super long and thick hair and I left the room to brush it out since I just took a shower. Daddy came in to check on me after a while and took it upon himself to reach up and detangle it for me. It was a very pure moment and I thought it was super cute that he wanted to help 💕
Okay why the hell I’m craving for someone who can hold my waist like Ashton (fictional character) holds Crystal waist 🤦♀️🤦♀️. Why Ashton why are you fictional character, you should be real. Girls need guy like you ❤️🙄.
I love you
Kisses on my lips
Bodies touching
Fingers wondering
*sigh*
Then it happens
I get pulled out and reminded
Reminded of that night
When something similar was happening
But it was all different
Not similar at all
I had no control
No foreseeable out
I was trapped. Helpless.
But no, I’m not there
I’m here, with you
I’m safe. I’m safe.
Then why…why the fuck do I not feel safe
I’m scared. I’m there all over again.
It’s happening again.
I just want to be close to you.
I want this intimacy with…with you.
But if hurts.
And I flinch.
Shut my eyes as tight as I can
As I throw you off of me.
You don’t understand
And I can’t explain
You blame yourself
And I hate myself even more.
unclasping my bra and slipping it off my arms I wish it were someone else
someone else to bare myself to
someone else to view me as I cannot view myself:
breathtaking, divine, exquisite
someone else to see in me what I do not see in myself:
creativity, intelligence, wit
someone else to touch me where my body has been devoid of touch for so long
someone else to warm the coldest corners of my soul
someone else to teach me what it is to love
someone else to make me believe I am worthy
someone else; anyone at all
I am so fucking touched starved that I booked a dick appointment and this man bailed on me. Now i am listening to Sia and crying. I wasn’t even expecting love, just a quickie in the back of his pickup truck. Just wanting someone to touch me and tell me I’m beautiful until I forget my name.
Intimacy is beyond kisses and cuddles and sex. Intimacy is getting a headache and taking a nap, and waking up to your laundry folded and your partner rubbing your back. Intimacy is crying and yelling at night about your past to someone who listens and comforts you. Intimacy is watching shows in your pjs for hours and eating pizza together and being able to communicate love through holding hands. It’s never running out of conversation but doing it anyways to enjoy silence.
Y'all I want internet friends that I can like,,, call,, and Skype,,,, and like be besties with,,,
So like if any of y'all wanna be besties I’m so down
Perhaps we needed to realize that the process was always going to be messy for the both of us. We aren’t easy people, we tip-toe on others’ lines, swinging forward and backward, unable to catch between fingers.
But still somehow we bare our hearts on our sleeves, and it’s funny how no one realizes.
The thrill, the happiness we desperately wanted, the thought of another etched on our petals…
…the pure fact that we were an impossible story made real with our sinful hands.
And probably they’re right. We are manipulative, we do play around, we coat our tongues with silver and gold when our hearts are of iron, but you know the most beautiful part?
We always, always come back to a single fear.
Fear of not seeing each other.
And honestly, if that’s the only fear we know, if our names are the only words that cut through our pretty facades, then I can play this game my entire life.
And I now know, that I’ve lost, that he took me too far away, and probably he lost too.
But then again, we probably won the war. After all, anyway it ends, we’ll still end it together, but this time, with truthful words.
i’ll just… leave this here
(and if you’re feeling saucy, you can see the full nsfw image on my ao3)
