His kisses were like the setting sun
Kissing goodbye to the mountain tops
They left me feeling warm, soft
I melted to his touch
He kissed me slowly
Like he wanted to memorize
Every curve, every ridge of my mouth
Never rushing, he held me tenderly
The back of my head in his hand
His fingers scrunched up in my hair
Guiding me, leading me deeper
A soft nip on my lower lip
Sent waves of pleasure pulsing through my veins
He made me feel alive
Like I could feel not just my heart
But every part of me, fluttering
I felt myself move to his rhythm
I held his face in my hands
It fit perfectly
Just the way his lips fit mine
And that’s how I knew we belonged
His hand in my hair, mine holding his perfect face.
There are a lot of things that suck in life, but you know what’s one of the worst, the most horrible thing in life? Long distance relationships. I don’t even know how to begin to describe what I’ve been feeling this past 2 weeks. It’s like my whole world is so incoherent. I’m trying to hold it together, God knows I’m trying so hard but everytime I think if him, I end up sobbing until there are no more tears left. I feel like I’m being a bit over dramatic but I can’t but feel this way, mostly because I feel like I’m already losing him, you know? You know the feeling like when you talk to him over the phone and you just know that even though he’s there, he isn’t really there? Maybe I need to be a little bit more patient, give him time to settle down. I don’t know, honestly, right now I’d give anything just to be able to smell his scent that got me so high.
I found this paragraph on tumblr, and i don’t have the strength of writing down how much I miss him, but I think this pretty much covers it.
Holy fucking shit i miss him so much right now, i miss every part of him, everything about him. I miss his smell, i miss playing with his hair, i miss his face, his brown eyes like i’ve never seen before, how they looked like a beautiful shade of honey brown in the sunlight, i miss his hands on my skin, i miss his skin, just being able to cuddle up to him and feel his warmth and how hard his heart beats when we lay together, and feeling his breath on my forehead, and his arms around me as i bury my face in his chest. I miss that fucking jaw dropping smile with the heart melting laugh that follows. I miss his voice that gives me butterflies and never fails to calm me down when I’m upset. I miss him picking on me, and us fake insulting each other and he’ll give me that breath taking fucking smirk. I miss his body language; just the way he is. I miss his beard, I miss running my fingers through his hair, I miss our openness with each other. I miss the way he never wants me to leave. I miss how comforting he is, how caring he is, how protective he is; how he makes me feels as if he’s my guardian angel. I could go on and on about the things i miss about him, but by the time i finish, we’ll already be together again and i won’t have to miss him anymore, and god i can’t wait till the day i never have to miss him again.
It’s been a while since I saw that smile on your face,
The one that used to reach your eyes
And light ’em up like the 4th of July fireworks.
It seems as though all the reasons why I was the one
Suddenly become the reasons why now, I wasn’t.
Even though you were my happiness
I failed to make myself, yours,
Though you were my world
I couldn’t be farther from yours.
When did the distance become so much?
When did you cringe at the sound of my voice?
When did it become a chore to call me?
I tried but I’m sorry baby, to have pushed you this far.
Some days it seems like you’re better off without me,
Without all the drama I come with,
But most days, I let myself be selfish
Because I know that if you leave,
So would all the warmth and safety leave,
And I’m not ready to live in a cold world without your fire to keep me warm.
Anger is described as having A strong feeling of annoyance, displeasure, or hostility in the Oxford dictionary. Psychologically, anger is a normal human emotion, and each one of us goes through this emotion every once in a while; in fact at times it is even healthy to get angry, as this shows that you as a person have a limit, a set of boundaries and rules that you don’t expect others to cross.
- You feel angry a lot of the time.
- People close to you are worried about your anger.
- Anger is leading to problems with personal relationships and work.
- You think you have to get angry to get what you want.
- Anger seems to get bigger than the event that set it off.
- Anger lasts for a long time, and well after the triggering event has passed.
- Anger affects other situations not related to the original event.
- You are becoming anxious or depressed about your anger.
- You are using alcohol or other drugs to try to manage your anger.
- You are getting angry with the people who are closest to you, or with people who are less powerful than you, rather than dealing with the situation that sparked off your anger in the first place.
I miss WordPress. I miss blogging. I miss all my lovely, inspiring blogger friends and your posts. But honestly I don’t now where time is flying these days. I barely have time to do anything, with work and studies and shitty assignments. Please help me! I don’t wanna stop blogging…If anybody has any tips on how to manage time and make time for blogging, please, please, PLEASE let me know.
And thanks for the all my new followers and my old followers for liking and following my blog and posts, seriously, you guys keep me motivated and even though I may not post regularly, I am so thankful to have each one of you in my life.
I want to share my deepest condolences for the victims of the Boston Marathon bombings. What happened was heinous and completely against the morals of humanity. Lets all have a moment of silence for all those who have suffered.
I would also like to remind you all to keep the people of Palestine, Syria, Iraq and Afghanistan in your prayers. Like the victims of Boston, there are people in these places who are dying everyday.
Lets pray for humanity, for peace, for equality, for empathy and for justice.