Answer Post
Posted on May 3, 2012
Anonymous asked: Are you going to "The Beatles: The Lost Concert" movie premier in a few weeks?
hmm probably not but if anyone would want to go with me, I def would.
Anonymous asked: Are you going to "The Beatles: The Lost Concert" movie premier in a few weeks?
hmm probably not but if anyone would want to go with me, I def would.
I’d like to take a walk with you;
A simple stroll around the block.
Feel the wind in our hair,
The sun’s heat warming our backs,
The decaying road beneath our feet.
I’d like to watch a movie with you;
A film of love in the midst of warm
We could snuggle up tight,
Share a blanket and a couch
With our hands entwined comfortably.
I’d like to drink tea with you;
Sip from a glass as we talk.
Discuss our day’s every detail,
The swing bench swaying beneath us,
The twinkling of the stars dimmed by clouds.
I’d like to lay in bed with you for a day;
Let hours slide by carelessly.
To see how high we can jump without hitting our heads on the ceiling,
Only leaving to grab the pizza at the door,
Fall asleep in a loving embrace.
The ability to share souls with another person is a sweet blessing of being a human. The action of locking lips and dancing a sweet serenade with the person you love and sharing such a delicate moment in time that feels like hours. You get lost, and the only things that exist are you and him. You’re laying on top of him, completely in control of both of your blissful, relaxing moments that tick by. Your arms wrap around him and your body melts into his, exchanging body heat, naturally warming the other. You could stay this way forever. You could lay here and feel the warm tingles, as a result of your body and mind being so happy you’re here with the one you care so deeply about, for days on end. Your blood is rushing around your body, hearts beating faster.
And then, the moment when you pull away and gaze into his eyes, goofy smiles pasted on your faces. His eyes are sparkling, a fire burning from the need for more. His face, a pale pink from the warmth you transferred to him. His smile, along with his wanting gaze back at you, makes you want to continue. Instead, you lay down and set your head on his warm chest, ear to heart, beating against your face. You listen as his heartbeat slows to a completely relaxed rhythm. You slumber while the sweet lullaby of his heart sings you to sleep.
I know I shouldn’t be writing this, but fuck it. I’m in a goddamn lovey-dovey mood and it’s hard as fuck to write a love story when you have no one to write about. So I’m sharing this intimate moment with you. G-rated.
I don’t think I could pinpoint the exact moment my feelings started to change for you, but they did. My intentions went from perfectly friendly and innocent, to needing you to be mine. But I was used to being rejected, so why even bother?
The night that you showed me you share these feelings, I could have just melted away. I remember it perfectly.
We had just spent all day together at the mall with some friends, obviously flirting all day. I ask you if you’d also like to sleepover, but you say you have to go see your girlfriend because it’s your two-month. As much as I didn’t want you to go, you went anyway.
Hours later when we were just starting to calm down, you text me asking me if you could come over. I say of course. You walked all the way to my house that night, and I’m assuming it was cold. Kind of cute.
When you came in, we had to keep quiet because it was still the early hours of the morning-night, and I had no clue how my parents would react if they knew I had a boy sleepover.
We all went to sleep, you and I in what became our corner, not touching each other at all, in a respectable distance away from each other.
But as if there was a driving force, we kept getting closer to each other. We’d pretend we were asleep, but then slowly and discreetly move closer to the other.
It was when there was about 6 inches of space between us when you slid your hand up and took mine. At this point, every cell in my body was on fire. I liked you so much, and I couldn’t believe we were so close to each other.
We looked into each others eyes deeply, and smiles hinted on our faces. I closed my eyes, and felt your lips touch mine. It wasn’t the first time, but it was the first time it actually mattered.
After we pulled away, we fell asleep in each other’s arms, comfortably and serene.
No matter how much you hurt me or what a douche you might be, Ryan, I’ll still always remember this. It was my favorite moment ever.
We’re sitting on my couch, on Valentine’s Day, in a dark room, alone. Could the situation get any more awkward? We just had broken up about three weeks ago, this is so obviously not a good idea. I don’t know about him, but I honestly don’t even know what the movie we’re watching is titled, let alone what it’s about. Like a gravitational pull, we inch closer to each other with every passing minute. Cuddling is inevitable, so I’m not totally bothered when he comes and sits right next to me. It’s just cuddling, something that I even do with my girlfriends.
And then, his face is over mine, his eyes staring intently and intimately in mine. He’s so incredibly dangerous for me. I’m supposed to be getting over him. So why do I instantly melt when his lips touch mine? I feebly resist the urge to kiss back as heat rushes between my legs. I don’t want to reciprocate, but damn. It’s like putting your favorite food to your lips after weeks of starvation, but knowing you shouldn’t eat it.
I cave. I push my whole body into his as our lips dance. Somehow, I let a moan escape from my body. Fuck, I’ve missed this. I pull him closer, and I hear an almost growl come up from his toes. He squeezes me tight to his chest, my breasts colliding with his body. His hands slide down my back, grabbing what little of an ass I have, pulling my hips into his. His erection brushes between my legs, and even though we’re both wearing jeans, the heat intensifies my need dramatically. I turn him on his back, kneeling over him. I pull away and look into his eyes, seeing the burning passion reflecting back. I brush one hand down to his hip bone, pushing his shirt up slightly. I brush my fingers against his skin faintly, making circles. I inch my hand a bit lower, playing with the waistband on his boxers, his rock hard cock against my hand. I teasingly pull my hand back and hear an impatient sigh. My lips crush against his, hard. He pulls my shirt and bra down, making my breasts spill out. He grabs one and brings it to his mouth, sucking and licking the nipple as I try so hard to keep a giant moan inside, biting my lip instead. He moves on to the other tit, and I sigh, loudly. I need him now. I slide down and my mouth lands on his cock, filling me fully. I go up and down excitedly. This is my favorite, knowing I can bring him complete bliss with just my mouth. I do this until I can feel he’s close, and then I pull away. I slide our pants off and straddle him, and then I guide him inside of me, filling my insides. I start moving up and down, slowly at first, and getting faster by the second. Soon, he is sliding in and out of me at great speed. With two great moans, we climax simultaneously, his cum filling me and intensifying my pleasure. He pulls himself out of me and I lay next to him. At this point, the feeligs rush. What did we just do? Why did I allow myself to do this?
And now, when I look up into his glowing, smiling face, the feelings for him I’ve slammed down for the past few weeks rush back, and I realize this was a huge mistake.
I am just a girl.
I am just a girl.
I am a perfect size.
I’m as big as an elephant.
I am gorgeous.
I am a hideous monster.
I was walking to school today, excited for prom.
My mom made me go to school today.
I got in line to get a ticket today after school.
I wish someone would ask me to prom.
I’m so excited. I got the perfect dress for the special day.
I didn’t even get a dress. I wouldn’t need it.
Walking to my car, I dropped my ticket. Someone picked it up for me.
Someone dropped their ticket. I picked it up for her.
She walked away with her whole body buried by baggy clothes, head under her hood, with her music up high. The expression on her face was so hollow.
She’s perfect. She’s gorgeous. I could see why guys talk about her so much.
When I get home, I see her on Facebook.
Facebook makes me hate everyone even more. I don’t know why I go on anymore.
As I was browsing my News Feed, I saw a status she had written.
I can usually write whatever I want, no one reads my statuses anyway.
It’s such a simple status. It’s only one word long.
I said goodbye to everyone.
I scream for my mom.
I get out the pills.
I hope she’s okay.
I swallow the bottle’s contents.
You reach the final flight of stairs, your legs aching from the other 29. You get to the top stair, and open the door. The wind smacks you across the face, leaving tears in your eyes. You never imagined how cold it would be up here. As you make the final walk, your heart speeds up just a bit. The door slams behind you, making you look back. You can’t turn back now. You keep walking slowly, trudging towards the edge. You’re really going to do it. You’re really going to fly. You stop a foot before the very end, and look down below to all the people, so minuscule all the way up here. The sounds of the city flow through your ears. You look up, and you can see the whole world, everything. You can see across the ocean for miles. You look up to the sky, breathing in everything that’s around you. The clouds are racing by, pulling in the enormous weight of the rain clouds with them. You close your eyes, take a deep breath in, smelling the ocean water, tasting the crisp air. Your chest expands, your heart speeds up. You step to the very edge, and let your body fall. And as the air hits you and you’re freefalling, all you can think is,
“I’m flying.”
Vacant stares
Meaningless touches
Empty promises
No response
Stomach in knots
Numb exterior
Thoughts of no hope
Bleeding wrists
Empty stomach.
Fetal position
Oversized hoodies
Wet cheeks
Heartbreak.
That birthday night of mine
When I found out what you were really up to
When I wasn’t around
I should have reacted,
Somehow, I should have shown you
How terrible you hurt me.
It was so easy for you to just forget about me
Lie to me, deceive me, hurt me
And not even in front of my face
But in secret
To other girls,
To prettier girls.
Did you forget
How a relationship works?
It is with one person, and only one person.
It does not mean to use one girl for your emotions,
And another five for your sexual needs.
It does not give you permission to stray.
What I wanted to say
Was to tell you how deep the wound was
When you put a knife through my body,
I wanted to tell you how easily the trust evaporated
How feelings changed from love to hate
How moods changed from content to hurt.
What did I say?
Nothing. I forgave you so quick.
Just so you could do it all over again.
I’m sorry I’m not enough.
I’m sorry I’m not skinny. I’m not pretty.
I’m sorry I’m not them.
