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I remember when Kurt Sutter tweeted these after his wife Katey Sagal wasn’t nominated for an Emmy for SOA. Now she’s gonna be on Glee. :)
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so come touch me
I don’t know the question, but sex is definitely the answer.
— Woody Allen (via 1living-right)
Have you ever just craved someone? Not in a sexual way. But craved someone whether it was just to hear the sound of their voice , there skin against yours. There lips pressed against yours, or there body warm against yours.
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Kirsty Mitchell’s late mother Maureen was an English teacher who spent her life inspiring generations of children with imaginative stories and plays. Following Maureen’s death from a brain tumour in 2008, Kirsty channelled her grief into her passion for photography.
She retreated behind the lens of her camera and created Wonderland, an ethereal fantasy world. The photographic series began as a small summer project but grew into an inspirational creative journey.
‘Real life became a difficult place to deal with, and I found myself retreating further into an alternative existence through the portal of my camera,’ said the artist. (read the rest here).
Can’t we just fuck? Just for the hell of it. Without all the stuff that happens before it. I love romance and everything that goes with it. I’m one of the softest bastards I know. I’m a sucker for dinners and hand holding and flowers and walks on the beach. Spontaneous notes, secret whispers and weekend getaways. That stuff works for me as much as it does for her. That’s part and parcel of a loving and exciting relationship for me. Without it, lasting love just wouldn’t happen for me.
But, goddamn, sometimes I just want to fuck. I don’t want every time to be a mission to get to the promised land. I like a challenge and a tease as much as the next guy. Sometimes. Not all the time. There are times where I don’t want to have to solve all the questions of ‘Who want’s to be a millionaire’ or decipher some kind of riddle just to get between her legs. Sometimes I just want to stick my hard cock into her wet cunt and fuck her brains out. Not for some super romantic reason or because the stars are aligned in some special way that will make Casanova sing out in ecstasy. No, sometimes I just want to fuck because I like to fuck. Is that really so much to ask?
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Tell me you love me. Tell me I’m the only one for you. Tell me you don’t want anyone else. Tell me that I give you everything you need.
I need to put my mind at ease. I have to stop my brain from ticking over when it doesn’t have to. To block it from inventing all those different scenarios and options it tends to make up. All those theories and assumptions it concocts out of nowhere during those dark hours. I’m tired of them. I’m worn out by them. I’m sick of them.
I want to use my mind for useful things. To come up with new ways to show you how much you mean to me. To think up ways of surprising you. To get you to smile every time you see me. I haven’t been doing that lately. I’ve been sidetracked and distracted. I’ve gone off course and it’s time for me to get back on the right road. The one you’re on, waiting for me - while you’re still there waiting. Before I’m too late and all that’s left of you is the memory of where you stood.
But I need your help now and again. Just to push me along. To ease this restless brain of mine. To remind me that sometimes I should think with my heart, not with my head. Because that is where the answer is hidden. It has always been there. That’s where I first found it after I found you. I just forget to look there at times.
So, please, do this for me. I need to hear it. Just like you do, too. Tell me you love me!
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