this is my place for beauty. this is the garden of my soul. this is the home of all my truth.
I’m listening to the Gloria Jones version after going out to Newtown :)
Note to self - do not, not, not shave in the shower whilst tipsy - so many cuts now :( but whatever, I’ll be silky smooth as a baby’s bum tomorrow and it’ll be amazing.
A good night hanging with Ikea people. Tomorrow, uni peeps. I have a good balance :)
I want to kiss someone and feel something. someone that I actually really really like. trouble is, I don’t actually like anyone at the moment. but that’s not really what this rant is about.
I haven’t felt sparks or fireworks or electric shocks in years. no excitement, no tension or anticipation or build-up to that first passionate kiss. no lingering before the kiss. no romance, I suppose. I feel nothing when I kiss someone, even if I do know them.
I want the fluttering heart and the breathy sigh right before a kiss. the hands in my hair and touching foreheads and looking into someone’s eyes. the closeness and the security. feeling special and beautiful.
I don’t feel special when others kiss me because it’s not intimate. I know what they want, and it’s far less pure than intimacy. they want sex. and I just want someone to curl up to in the middle of the night. that doesn’t really correspond too well…
clearly, I have unrealistic expectations of life.
(Source: lisafkntran, via crrystalised)
