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“ I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. ” ~ Jessica Irving Independent Fandomless OC Written by Bandit
~ “ Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you. ”
[ ok - I’m dropping all of my threads except for a handful of them (I have a couple for Kat and then one each for Maddie, Ducky, Carrie, and Kylie - I may be getting to those after work, and then if y'all don’t want to continue, no problem!) - so. Heads up on that But also - like this if you want a starter? I’d like to do more here on Jess. ]
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“You know, I find it– almost frightening,” She inclines her head curiously– doesn’t look at her wife, but she’s half-splayed across the couch, a glass of wine in hand, “the more I think about it, the more I dwell on it, the more sense the consideration itself makes. I killed because I was afraid to have left you without me, in some state of constant waiting, some perpetual vigil. And I realize now, for either of them, for you, I would do the same thing. I would do it again.”
She pauses, then, as though to think, to weigh, “At what point are you no longer considered reprehensible? When does the idea become so protective it’s acceptable?”
“Neither of those were at all reprehensible to me - whether killing that man or potentially killing in the future.” Jessica tilts her head up, closes her book over one finger (she doesn’t know why she does this; she won’t be returning to it any time soon), and glances over to her wife with an air of curiosity. Her own glass of wine sits on a side table, but she has no cause for it yet. “I believe that’s the entire point of self-defense, isn’t it? The protection of self? And that’s considered acceptable. It’s possible that all forms of protection are.”
Dear Valentine, It’s the 14th of February, a day where we celebrate in love, wallow in love, shout it to the world - but I don’t want to do any of that, I just want to write these words to you, for your eyes only. I never expected to fall in love. you opened a world of colors I never saw. You changed me from black and white to color. Words fail to describe what I feel anymore. I can only look into your eyes silently, and maybe then you will get a glimpse of how my heart beats for you. I wish I had the talent to paint the way I feel about you. My words seem to have become stale, and art is the only way I know how to express my sentiments. I see all the colors and hues and I see us - I see you. We are Starry Night, a masterpiece people try to emulate but never can recreate our brushstrokes. I would use red for your passion and the beauty you hold, pale blue for the kindness your eyes speak; a light green to show the compassion you hide, a bright yellow for your never ending smile that erases all my sadness in one look. a soft purple for your intelligence, when your nose is scrunched and your eyes squinted deep in thought - and I wonder: can even an artists color wheel capture what you mean to me, what we become when we are together? You’ve loved me unconditionally, for all the colors I have, some beautiful, some abstract, some you repainted - but I felt your love in your touch, in the tenderness of your lips. And, when I needed it most, you loved me with words, handwritten from your coarse hands, reminding me that: you will love me until all of our pigments fade.
Demetra Demi, Love Letter 14 (via wnq-writers)
Jenny Lawson, Furiously Happy
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UK tour 6/7/2012
Alana’s next sound is delighted and bright, sun out from behind clouds. It’s vivacious, vibrant, vivid, not quite a laugh but something like a noise, maybe a word that didn’t make it out. She instinctively wraps arms around, tugs a little bit closer, “Better, yes. Thank you.”
She presses a kiss to the top of a head, very, very careful with a soft, happy noise, strokes fingertips through hair with deliberate attention. She keeps doing that. Detail, detail.
“I do. I teach tomorrow at three in the afternoon. Today, I have no responsibilities.”
Tugged closer and she can feel the bright sound echoing around the heartbeat just beneath her. Strong - still strong. There’s a kiss to the top of her head, and she smiles against her skin, turns to try and take one hand, trace her fingers along her palm. “Mm. Good.” Jess tilts her head back and leans up again, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “Then there’s no real need to get up or see anyone-- We can just be together for a little bit?” And then there it is - the slightest of scratches on the bedroom door, a nosing yip, then the padding of tiny paws back downstairs. She pauses, laughs. “Maybe take the children out at some point.”
And then it was cured by ennil
// To everyone waiting on starters - my apologies for being so slow! I have not forgotten you! I’ve just been over on Meg!
