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You don’t quite know how this works, how to kiss and touch and feel. How to whisper lovely words that inspire lovely thoughts. And you so desperately want to show, but you can’t.
She grabs your hand, demonstrates. You are sure that there is light exploding in your brain, sending sparks through your entire being. It makes you dizzy in the best possible way, light headed and sluggish and so very, very electric. You wonder if she felt. You hope that you showed.Posted By Alma On 03.08.2012 @ 12:03 am
there are a number of sticks in this world. sticks that are hard and long and not terribly thick. sticks like things that you get attached to. sticks as things that you remember. the later might be a form of the former kind of stick, but they are not necessarily the same. link sticks in a different way than velcro, and yet, i can never remember to take the lint out of the pockets of my recently washed coats. I am thinking of winter. I am thinking of a photograph with a long, naked tree. This is not black and white, this is color. Sticking to the bottom of my shoe is a piece of dignity. I think it was yours. Your name will never stick the same to me again.Posted By Alma On 07.18.2011 @ 3:53 am
Just a touch with those hands, and she can feel her whole body warm up. Liquid heat seeping through her veins, melting her bones and her thoughts away. Only for a moment though. She never allows herself to feel the heat for too long.
It already has been too long though and when realization charges at her and hits her so hard she comes crashing she doesn’t know what to do. Just tries to brace herself for the impact when she hits the ground.
It doesn’t matter, she never even touches it. Those hands are there to catch her. The smile spreads across her lips and for once she doesn’t bother chasing away the warmth. Maybe, just maybe, she could let herself get used to it.Posted By Alma On 02.13.2011 @ 10:29 am
Your tounge swiped out, removing any excess droplets of orange juice. I watched your mouth, completely entranced. There was still the tiniest bit of juice on your lips, before I could stop myself my fingers were brushing it away. You froze, your eyes were wide. I couldn’t bring myself to regret it, your lips were soft.Posted By Alma On 11.25.2010 @ 3:20 am
The first aid kit is right beside me. When I was younger and I hurt myself, mum would put a band-aid on the wound and I would instantly feel better. Or atleast trick myself into feeling better. Before I can stop myself, I’ve reached into the first aid kit and I’m unwrapping a band-aid. I press it on to the skin of my arm and I wait a moment. I don’t feel any better.Posted By Alma On 11.04.2010 @ 11:42 pm
The british isles are absolutely incredible. They’re out there, just chilling in the middle of the ocean. Nobody knows who the fuck put them there, I guess it was continental drift or some shit.
But then, who cares? As long as we can utilize the islands for farming idiots with poor teeth, does it really matter?
By the way, there is nothing limiting how much I write. Depending on the integrity of internet users is bad practice. You know we’ve just alt-tabbed in from our weird hardcore gay german midget fetish porn stuff.Posted By Alma On 03.08.2010 @ 9:30 am
There is one aspect to this wholething that really pisses me off. That is, I always seem to be the one in the wrong. Surely, I can’t always be wrong – and I always end up apologising. Need to examine my behaviour in the circumstances that occur. Don’t mind apologising if it is my fault, but it’s NOT. Arsehole.Posted By Alma On 10.22.2009 @ 2:52 pm