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532am here in LA... and I havenāt slept a wink. Iām supposed to be back out of bed in about two hours. My brain just doesnāt stop thinking. It wonāt let me relax.
I wish I could say that Iām not sleeping for the most profound/important reason. The truth, is that itās everything and nothing at all. My family is safe and still healthy. Considering weāre two months into this Pandemic, were downright blessed.
Mentally... mentally... I have to admit that I might be struggling just a teeny bit. Iām surrounded by people. So why do I feel this desperation? Iām desperate. I feel like pulling at my hair. I want to run away and not take a step out of my room. I want human interaction but hate it at the same time. Wierdly, I feel this want. We are five in this household, but, I feel alone. Iām feeling SO LONELY and I donāt understand. My skin feels wrong. My body feels wrong. My people feel wrong. Everything is just wrong.
Iām left in this awkward middle ground where I donāt want anyone around, but my skin feels thirsty. Does that make sense to anyone besides me? I work at a hospital... so Iāve been trying my hardest to be mindful of the people around me. Everyday I come home from work is day one of the next fifteen days of me watching out for symptoms of 19. EVERY end of shift I start the countdown over.
Iām just so confused because Iāve never been one to crave touch this much. I feel like a cat in heat. I just want to be touched... IN ANY WAY. I want a hug, a kiss, a caress. I want to be able to hold someoneās hand. I want a light tug on my braid, or a hard one, id take that as well...
915am... I totally fell asleep on that last thought! Haha!!! I donāt know what or if I was writing anything else, so weāll leave it at that. Gotta go do all the things.
The Neighbors' Window - Oscar Winning Short Film
This popped up on my feed today. I like to have things playing in the background while I work, its like white noise to me. The quick raunch at the beginning caught my attention (major eye roll) and I couldnāt not watch the rest.Ā
Whoa is it a beautiful short. Itās easy isnāt it? To always see things better, more beautiful/perfect in someone elseās garden? To want what we donāt have? To miss our own blessings along the way?Ā
It is okay to want more. It is okay to want growth. Just, I guess, donāt miss your own life in wanting someone elses. Wow! This one is gonna stick with me.Ā
The Letter: Part 3
(( OOC: Hope played by: @sirussly ))Ā
Remus: *flicks the gobstone, watching anxiously as it rolls across the table and barely misses his fatherās set*
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Ā Ā Ā Also, did anyone else notice how Lyall pulls at his neck the same way that Remus does when hes older? Like father, like son... Gah! CUTE!!! These characters are just so FREAKIN GOOD!!!Ā
Ā Ā Ā I know these are not cannon. I know they loosely fit in to the original story-line. Oh... but, can I just say that iām loving them just as much? I wish they were mini films or books that I could just purchase and keep with me forever. If only I could add these bits about the Marauders to my HP collection shelf. Still, in my little black heart, ill still pretend they are cannon.Ā
@asktheboywholived... You made magic again. Your characters have my whole heart.Ā
What is this? Why is this? I write this half asleep, partially delirious. I dream... am I dreaming? I... Because Im tasting your lips. I can smell your skin, feel itās softness. I feel a brush of something delicate along my jaw, hear my name softly called against my ear. Yes... I am here. I am yours if you want me... all you have to do is ask.
There is darkness, and orange tinted light. But, Im not alone. I know she is here somewhere. I feel her calling to me. Iām coming. I will not close my eyes. I will stay in this half sleep where we exist. I will stay here where I can sometimes touch her skin. I will linger and always come if she calls.
I am salivating over this bookshelf collection!
Sometimes a girls gotta use her cat as a book stand... š¤·š»āāļø
Dress Up
(( OOC: Concept adapted from the Drarry fic āLipstickā ))
Sirius: *takes off his shirt and tosses it to the ground as he heads for the shower, snatching up a towel along the way*Ā
Sirius: *spots a glittery bag and a bra on the counter* ⦠The hell?Ā
Sirius: *sifts through the bag, pulling out several tubes of lipstick*Ā
Sirius: Has Lily moved in or something?
James: *shouts from the next room* I WISH!Ā
James: *gleefully* I know!Ā
Sirius: *hand twitches as he stares down at the makeup on the counter*Ā
Sirius: *shrugs* ⦠Finderās keepers.Ā
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Ā Ā Ā Confessions of a self admitted lipstick whore: I will carry one mascara and 10 different lipsticks in my bag because you never know what occasion might arise. I will double back and be late for work because I left my makeup bag at home. Yes, I will spend my last $20 because I have browns, but, I donāt have THAT shade of brown. I wear lipstick when Iām sad to cheer myself up. I wear lipstick when iām mad because it makes me feel good. I wear lipstick when iām happy, well... because iām happy. And, I will wear lipstick, that perfect cherry red, when iām wanting that kiss, the one that comes with heat, hands and skin, because I know that it will draw the eyes to my disproportionately plump bottom lip.
Ā Ā I will also stare, hungrily, at those lips wearing that fuchsia that matches perfectly with her dress. I will work up the nerve to stop her and ask what color it is because iām just curious. Maybe, I will stare at that other pair, with the most tantalizing piercing cutting down the middle of that bottom lip. Or at the kiss-ability of his, perfectly framed by that mustache and beard. Wonder at the softness and warmth of a morning kiss that might lead to more. I might also wonder at the flavor of that lip gloss, cherry? strawberry? ooh... maybe raspberry? Wonder at the taste it would leave in my mouth after a nibble. Maybe its not a lipstick thing. Maybe its a LIP thing, a bottom lip thing. Lipstick is just what I do with MY lips.Ā
Ā Ā @asktheboywholived: Jesus TT.Ā āDress Upā... Yum. Just... Yum. You have GREAT lips btw.Ā