July 2012
Sunset
It always amazed her, how much more vibrant sunsets were than sunrise. Endings weren’t often like that, were they? Births were met with lengthy pain that changed to joy, and deaths were sudden instances that became horrible pain.
She lay against the grass, watching the red fade into pink and then the rich violet that would become nighttime’s blue. This was much better than the morning’s simple red and pale blue. She pillowed her head on her hands, and grinned at the first few pinpricks of starlight appearing.
Maybe her own ending could be grand, like a sunset. But how could that be managed? People would be hurt if she just disappeared, and she didn’t want that.
She sat up again, shaking her head. This was silly. She’d come out here just to get away for a bit. She didn’t need to question things like endings and starts. She just needed to enjoy the moment. And for that, this sunset, with the wind gently passing by and the sound of crickets and the fireflies making her think there were close stars…
This was the perfect moment to just experience.
June 2012
Huzzah mutually following people!
Okay, with new Suits coming up soon it occurs to me that I don’t follow many Suits blogs.
So if you post a lot of Suits stuff, like/reblog/let me know!
And we can flail around in Suits happiness and pretty people and geeky references forever.
#I MEAN SUITS IS BASICALLY JUST WELL DRESSED PEOPLE BEING BAMFS AND REFERENCING MOVIES RIGHT #WHICH IS BASICALLY PERFECTION SO
Hello!
OH
Donna/Harvey
——>
HarDon
:’D
oh fuck i think i ship donna/rachel
After this week’s episode, me too.
But honestly, I want to ship Donna with everyone. She’s awesome.
I know right?
Well I’m not sure about everyone (or at least not in all contexts) but I defs ship Donna/Rachel and Donna/Mike and Donna/Louis IN CERTAIN SITUATIONS (more like fuckbuddies than actual shipping) and Donna/Harvey in a Tony/Pepper sort of way.
and the perfect (if misleading) family metaphors continue
oh fuck i think i ship donna/rachel
anonymously message me exactly what type of person you think i seem like from my tumblr.
oh geez this can be either really good or really bad in light of my drabbles
Tremble
She was on fire. Her whole body was flushed, and her legs were starting to ache from being held apart so long. Her fingers felt like they were about to cramp, and she could feel a building pressure from inside herself.
And then one of her legs twitched, the muscles finally deciding they’d had enough. She sat up, swearing. She had been so close, and the relevant parts hadn’t even been what had messed her up!
She bit her lip and flopped back onto her bed, pressing her legs together as the unreleased pressure morphed into a dull ache, pounding through her hips and thighs and stomach.
She felt her whole body shuddering, trying to create a counter sensation to the ache.
It helped. Barely.
She rolled onto her side, and that helped a little. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Tomorrow. Tomorrow she’d manage. All of her parts would be able to last as long as all the rest soon.
For now, she just had to deal with this shivering, shuddering, trembling, so frustrating but oh-so-wonderful ache.
TW: Depression
….
i think
one of my conservative catholic aunts
just bought
50 shades of gray
wat
