its not that ALL i care about is sex. thats not the case at all. i love him to the deepest extents of my being…but i do love sex. i always have.
i love to have it (a lot) and i love to talk about it. Sharing desires and passions is something that fuels me. Since I know it can’t physically happen as often as I want, talking about it kills the frustration. I love go in to detail and i love to use foul language. I love to talk about the things I wish I could do, the things i would if i could.
i just wish you did too.
or u know, at least a…”damn. that shit is sexy boo.” *sigh*
"it is liberating... especially because its not expected from girls....so its like a BIG FUCK YOU haha
i didnt know WHAT u were talkin bout at first. but now i remember….the public spittin. but HECK YEA! i can’t stand dudes who say its unattractive when girls spit. fuck u guys. fuck u. ""
----- yea sorry i dont know how to work this tumblr stuffffffff......ha
since ive been on tumblr. And for that I am sorry guys. I’ve just been doing so much since all my friends came home from school. With that on top of work, by the time I get home I am too tired to even open my laptop.
It depends on what you consider art. Art is such a vast field. To me, dancers are artists, film makers are artists, anyone who creates is an artist. By that definition, i DO consider myself an artist. although ive tried time n time again, I don’t really have skills in drawing or painting, thats my boyfriend’s field (hes AMAZING). I cant get wats in my head onto a canvas. I enjoy taking pictures, but I wouldn’t consider myself a photographer. My art is writing. Ive been writing poetry and short stories for as along as I can remember. Its a part of me.
Along the lines of my tumblr you should find my name and you could find me on that shit most of us are addicted to, a la facebook. And if necessary and desired we'll proceed from there. Looking forward to giving plenty of penny's for your thoughts.
im a cloudy day at the beach person. its the water that captivates me really, not the crowded beach scenes packed with volleyball nets and tanning chicks and boardwalks and stuff. I just think natural bodies of water are beautiful and fascinating. I could totally dig a nice creek on a wooded mountain. I just need water.
sometimes i have to just escape to the bathroom at my job
…and remember that I am only at this fucking catholic gift shop because money is a neccessity for survival and that I shudnt give these fucktards the ability to alter my mood. Thank jebus for 3G phones.
Not here to ask anything, just want to tell you that you seem...what's an appropriate word? Awesome, the shit, something along those lines. Knowing you would be interesting.
aww thanx. but yea, lets know each other then. the internet makes the possibilities of this rather accessible…well to some extent. lol.
and by the way, i think you take the cake in being “the shit,” seeing as how you’ve met Augusten Burroughs (yeah i creeped ur tumblr lol). Running with Scissors is one of my favorite books though. lucky lucky u.