She said, ‘You’re going to miss me,Wait and you’ll see.’Fully, completely.
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She said, ‘You’re going to miss me,
Wait and you’ll see.’
Fully, completely.

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(Source: herdirtylittleheart)

"Ancient Egyptians believed that upon death they would be asked two questions and their answers would determine whether they could continue their journey in the afterlife.
The first question was, ‘Did you bring joy?’
The second was, ‘Did you find joy?’” 
-Dr. Leo Buscaglia

"Ancient Egyptians believed that upon death they would be asked two questions and their answers would determine whether they could continue their journey in the afterlife.

The first question was, ‘Did you bring joy?’

The second was, ‘Did you find joy?’” 

-Dr. Leo Buscaglia

(Source: gangbang-whore)

There’s only one thing on my mind today.
Bunny is blissfully checked out. 
I’ll be in la-la land if you need me.

There’s only one thing on my mind today.

Bunny is blissfully checked out. 

I’ll be in la-la land if you need me.

My self care day was a huge success. After my triumphant morning achievements I proceeded to kick ass at circus school. I was super fucking strong today, everything felt right when my hands were on that hoop. In just 4 weeks I’ve caught up to the level I was at before the accident. Which means next week I get to start learning new tricks again!

Other awesome things:

  1. Visiting Robin to snuggle and show off my circus wounds (not pictured: delicious banana bread she made for me)
  2. Dinner and milkshakes with my favourite people
  3. Taking a selfie in the exact location of the first time I kissed a girl

And now? An epsom salt bath for my aching muscles, a big joint and Pulp Fiction cuddled on the couch with hubs. 

SELF-CARE ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED!

After circus school she introduced me to strawberry daiquiri sorbet and then we went to her place and snuggled on her couch and talked and talked and talked. 

I like the way we inch closer and closer until we’re tangled up nose to nose entwined. She teased that she was climbing me like the silks, we giggled imagining x-rated uses for circus skills. 

It’s nice to be next to her. 

(Source: n-nobodybreaksmyheart)

"Give me one room to come home to.
Give me the palm of your hand."
"You’ll say it’s really good to see youyou’ll say I missed you horriblyyou’ll say let me carry thathere give that to meand you will take the heavy stuffand you will drive the carand I’ll look out the window and make jokesabout the way things are.”
-You Had Time, Ani DiFranco

"You’ll say it’s really good to see you
you’ll say I missed you horribly
you’ll say let me carry that
here give that to me
and you will take the heavy stuff
and you will drive the car
and I’ll look out the window and make jokes
about the way things are.”

-You Had Time, Ani DiFranco

(Source: herdirtylittleheart)

This week someone really special came back into my life. 
13 years ago Robin was my husband and I’s first girlfriend, our first poly venture, and the first woman I fell in love with. 
We were 19/20 and didn’t even know what poly was, but we knew we were having fun and that it felt right. 
Things ended badly, we drifted apart, she moved away and got married. Though we kept in touch and made amends we weren’t connected for a long time. The last time I saw her was 6 years ago, in passing. She was living in a small town working in a very demanding field, a Doctor’s wife, her life seemed professional and proper and whatever pull there had been between us seemed long gone. She changed email addresses and I changed phones and we lost touch. 
Last weekend a friend texted me, “You’ll never guess who wants your number…” 
Two days later Robin was at my door, she looked unbelievable, radiant and happy. She looked like herself. I squealed and she hugged me so hard she lifted me right off of my feet.
How do you catch up on 13 years? Slowly. And little pieces at a time. And eventually puzzle pieces fall into place. 
Her marriage ended amicably years ago, she’s been rebuilding and reviving, focusing on herself, embracing her non-monogamous not-so-straight nature and nurturing her kinks. She runs a successful business following her passions, she participates in wildly impressive hobbies and pastimes, and her troublesome old dog is still alive, enjoying his golden years. 
I am in awe of her ambition, and her radiance, and her muscles. Good god. She had me blushing and flustered, teasing me about still being a terrible cook as I burnt rice (wut?) because I was too distracted by her smile and that devilish flash in her eyes and her new tattoos….
"I thought about you all the time," she said as she pulled me close. I nestled my nose against her neck, her hair and her skin both golden, "I missed the way you smell," I said half drunk on her closeness. 
You should have seen my husbands face when he walked in the door from work, his phone had died so he had no warning. We giggled. “Surprise!”
I grinned for days just because she was back, just because things were warm between us. Just because if you’d told me a week ago she would be here in my kitchen smiling at me and making plans for movie nights on her couch I’d have called you delusional.
We’ve been texting almost every day since, silly messages, cute messages, flirty messages. I’m still in shock when I see her name on my phone. Turns out she lives around the corner now. I have no idea where this is going but the first time I heard her laugh echo off of my kitchen cupboards I knew I’d be hearing it a lot more in the weeks and months to come. 
There is something overwhelming about reconnecting with someone you were once so intimate with. 

This week someone really special came back into my life. 

13 years ago Robin was my husband and I’s first girlfriend, our first poly venture, and the first woman I fell in love with. 

We were 19/20 and didn’t even know what poly was, but we knew we were having fun and that it felt right. 

Things ended badly, we drifted apart, she moved away and got married. Though we kept in touch and made amends we weren’t connected for a long time. The last time I saw her was 6 years ago, in passing. She was living in a small town working in a very demanding field, a Doctor’s wife, her life seemed professional and proper and whatever pull there had been between us seemed long gone. She changed email addresses and I changed phones and we lost touch. 

Last weekend a friend texted me, “You’ll never guess who wants your number…” 

Two days later Robin was at my door, she looked unbelievable, radiant and happy. She looked like herself. I squealed and she hugged me so hard she lifted me right off of my feet.

How do you catch up on 13 years? Slowly. And little pieces at a time. And eventually puzzle pieces fall into place. 

Her marriage ended amicably years ago, she’s been rebuilding and reviving, focusing on herself, embracing her non-monogamous not-so-straight nature and nurturing her kinks. She runs a successful business following her passions, she participates in wildly impressive hobbies and pastimes, and her troublesome old dog is still alive, enjoying his golden years. 

I am in awe of her ambition, and her radiance, and her muscles. Good god. She had me blushing and flustered, teasing me about still being a terrible cook as I burnt rice (wut?) because I was too distracted by her smile and that devilish flash in her eyes and her new tattoos….

"I thought about you all the time," she said as she pulled me close. I nestled my nose against her neck, her hair and her skin both golden, "I missed the way you smell," I said half drunk on her closeness. 

You should have seen my husbands face when he walked in the door from work, his phone had died so he had no warning. We giggled. “Surprise!”

I grinned for days just because she was back, just because things were warm between us. Just because if you’d told me a week ago she would be here in my kitchen smiling at me and making plans for movie nights on her couch I’d have called you delusional.

We’ve been texting almost every day since, silly messages, cute messages, flirty messages. I’m still in shock when I see her name on my phone. Turns out she lives around the corner now. I have no idea where this is going but the first time I heard her laugh echo off of my kitchen cupboards I knew I’d be hearing it a lot more in the weeks and months to come. 

There is something overwhelming about reconnecting with someone you were once so intimate with. 

(Source: haleycreatesart)

It’s rainy and grey outside and I do not want to do any of the Things That Need Doing.
In fact, I am a Thing That Needs Doing. 
I want to be helpless. 

It’s rainy and grey outside and I do not want to do any of the Things That Need Doing.

In fact, I am a Thing That Needs Doing. 

I want to be helpless. 

(Source: beautykneelsbeforeme)

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