I love my followers. Yeah, I’m talking about you. Gimme a hug.
For the brother, or dad, the boyfriend or best guy friend.
Reblogged from TKoW Polyvore
Let me preface this by first saying how much I enjoy most of your musings. It's incumbent on me, however to take issue with your "graduating university." Americans don't graduate university, particularly if they didn't go to Cambridge, Oxford, etc. You're not from Sussex or wherever, so it's unbecoming to affect such obnoxious syntax. If you're trying not to reveal you're school, there are better ways to go about it, but this Katherine Hepburn, transatlantic pretension is embarrassing. -Anon
Anonymous
Katharine Hepburn.
After Laughter (Comes Tears)
Wendy Rene
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After Laughter (Comes Tears) - Wendy Rene
Reblogged from sucka free
To think, that there is someone who just wants you.
Just as you are.
Cracked bones, crooked teeth, rough skin.
They see things to love. To want.
Messy hair, bad morning breath, and minutes filled with hiccups.
Someone wants you.
They want to hold you close, and breath in the scent of your skin.
They want to stand on your stoop in the frosty air waiting for you to let them in.
They sweat sickly sweet with you on hot summer days hiking to abandon water sheds.
Will rub your sore muscles with concern and care.
Will overindulge with you in your not so vicious vices.
Will whisper true love’s words into your hair and neck in the dark morning light.
They will want you, so bad.
Ache, toss and turn.
Imagine.
And you, will want them too.
So bad.
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