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A post about romantic relationships
so Iāve been in a relationship for 5 years now. And I see a lot of posts about how people think relationships mean having butterflies forever, your heart beating faster when they walk into a room, about cuddling together every night, legs intertwined, that youād be so happy to live together youād sleep on a double bed with each other every night.
And its not really like that, at least not to me.
You stop getting the butterflies when you live together. Your heart no longer speeds up when you see them, but instead, everything calms down. When youre in the room with them, you feel calm, and secure. When you cuddle them you feel your heart beat slow, and the sound of their breathing carry you towards comfort. It doesnt feel like a roller coaster anymore, it feels like home.
You donāt sleep curled up with each other every night, legs twisted between theirs so tight its hard to tell where yours begin and theirs end.
Instead, you sleep comfortably, side by side, sometimes facing different directions. But every night, you find yourself scooting backwards on the bed so you bump into them. You snuggle against their arm, or stroke their hair as they fall asleep. There are nights when my boyfriend, in his sleep, reaches around me and pulls me to him, like a child with his teddybear, like I am his comfort.
Ā In the wee hours of the morning before the dawn breaks, when the world is blue and you see through cracked eyes, you curl into their chest and inhale their scent before drifting back to sleep.Ā
Kisses arenāt always romantic and firey anymore. But there are so much more of them now. There are cold kisses when youāre eating ice cream in the summer, and sticky kisses over breakfast pancakes. ThereāsĀ āim leaving nowā kisses, andĀ āone more kiss before you goā kisses. Thereās sleepy morning kisses before work, when you donāt remember the alarm going off but instead the press of their lips against yours is what brings you into the day.
Thereās kisses before sleep, and, you are so sweet with the things you do kisses. Thereās kisses because you treat animals so tenderly, and Iām so glad iām with you and not someone else kisses. Thereās quick kisses in the aisles of the grocery store, when its loud and you gravitate together, when instead of having your own personal space and their own personal space, its both of yours together, and you step into their chest to take up less area together.Ā
You donāt always text each other with confessions of love and care like you used to, because thatās a given now, and youāve moved on to quirky inside jokes about the life youve built together. You share looks of exasperation and amusement in public, your own little world against the outside one.Ā
Relationships arenāt always a fairy tale. Theyāre not always fireworks and sparks, at least, after the start.
But they are a quiet rhythm and hum of love and care. Itās not a fire in your soul, but one in your hearth, keeping you warm and comfortable, comforting you as you drowsily drift into sleep.
And I love that.
This week, Karen and Georgia discuss serial killer Cary Stayner and the Yosemite murders as well as con man/murderer Clark Rockefeller (aka Christian Gerhartsreiter aka Chris Crowe aka Chris Chichester.)
Fuck Word Murder Mystery Show is literally my favorite thing about this whole podcast and I'm dyin
The My Favorite Murder podcast is jam-packed with comedy, true crime, and a slew of wonderfully feminist moments all wrapped into one. My Favorite Murder ...
Some reading for the train. Thanks to @truecrimehothouse for the suggestion š
Wow.
That was not what I was expecting.
āWeāre going to help you, weāre not gonna hurt youā
āI understand if you want to, you know?ā My heart⦠:(
Holy fuck
āLooking for a well-built 18- to 30-year-old to be slaughtered and then consumed.ā - Advertisement Armin Meiwes placed on āThe Cannibal Cafeā
Armin Meiwes, the Cannibal of Rotenburg, met engineer Bernd Brandes on the cannibal fetish website The Cannibal Cafe. Meiwes was seeking a willing victim to be eaten and Brandes fitted the part perfectly as he desired not fantasy, but to genuinely be cannibalised by another person.Ā
The two met and returned to Meiwesā house where they both stripped naked and Brandes insisted Meiwes bite his penis off. Meiwes attempted to do so but found it too tough to bite through, instead opting to slice it off with a knife. Both men attempted to eat it raw but it was chewy and unpleasant. Brandes now slowly bleeding to death was relocated to a bath tub filled with water was given a cocktail of sleeping pills, cough syrup and alcohol to knock him out after which Meiwes read Star Trek in another room. When after three hours Brandes was still alive, Meiwes stabbed him in the throat with a knife.
Over the course of the next year, Meiwes slaughtered the body and consumed 20kgs of Brandesā flesh. The entire process of the murder was filmed by Meiwes and according to those who have witnessed the tapes, Brandes screamed in an awful agonised fashion for hours. The sedatives Meiwes had used were nowhere near the strength needed to knock out the man fully and it brought to question just how consensual it got towards the end of Brandesā life.
Jane Doe was embalmed, decapitated, and given red rubber balls for eyes. Was the woman found in rural Pennsylvania murdered, missing, or something else entirely?
just a quick glance into the making of my Harley featuring my boyfriend kicking my butt
Old Fashioned Morphine by Jolie Holland
this was iconic
Alexandra Levasseur
why does this shit happen?
This is actually how these two finished the 200m Semi-finals.
Edit: Added a couple more photos. This is precious.
last month, my beautiful friend Dana took me and a few strangers out to Shady Lane in Pennsylvania and we explored this gorgeous venue and snapped some vintage style photos. these were my favorite photos from the shoot (because iām on my skates, of course). my friend from waaaaaay back, Joy, did my hair and make up and made me feel FLAWLESS. and even though we were in 90+ degree heat, Dana kept her cool and kept me from looking like a sweaty drowned rat. bless her. these ladies made me feel like a bad ass roller skating Disney princess for a few hours and it was the best feeling. iām so grateful to know so many passionate and talented friends and get to share their work with the world!! photos by Earthmark Photography hair and make up by Joy Nunn dress borrowed from Boutique 229 in Gettysburg roller skates by Moxi Roller Skates in California
photo by Samantha Jean Photography
so many feels during this bout today. thanks to everyone who was a part of it, who came out to support local derby, and to my "Aunt Kymmie" (who I've not seen in like 6+ years) for surprising me!!! ā¤ļøšā¤ļø (at Magic Elm Skateland Inc,)