Touch me deep...

[Nirvanadragones]

We are connected, and I am so grateful to be so.

 

[inlovewithyourghost]

Just, brace yourself for the next part *hug*

 

[Nirvanadragones]

Me: Now, the quicker you fall asleep, the quicker morning will come, and we'll go to fetch Granny from the airport.

Her: Morning will take however long it wants.

 

[damppanties]

Why aren't you my daughter?

 

[Nirvanadragones]

" . . . making you dizzy yet . . . ?"

 

[cloudy]

my sister, just this morning: we're fine, the fire's moving the other way, and Carrie is at Kim's house.

(huge relief)

 

[Samandiriel]

She thinks I'm beautiful.

I'll get her new glasses

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

"You're an Amazing person. So amazing."

 

[scheherazade_79]

"Gwych, Kate! Mae'n syniad anhygoel o ddifyr i'r plant!"

 

[impressive]

"Good fucking God"

 

[Nirvanadragones]

"Good fucking God"

You're any lesbian's deepest fantasy . . .

 

[Belegon]

You're any lesbian's deepest fantasy . . .

That's not limited to lesbians, dear...

 

[damppanties]

You're any lesbian's deepest fantasy . . .

A few straight women too.

 

[Nirvanadragones]

Straight women, men, lesbians . . . the list is endless, yet we all have one thing in common: We want some Imp.

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

"i'd have you down as more of the green man meself "

 

[Vermilion]

Am watching a programme "How to have sex after marriage" where these 'experts' have to help a couple mend their failing sex life (and hopefully their marriage).

At one point the couple had to score each other on emotion, appearance and sex out of 10.

They gave each other 1 (both of them) for sex and emotion
and she gave him a 1 on appearance.

He gave her an 8, because she was still the most beautiful woman in the world to him


This really touched me and made me hurt a little. What a wonderful thing to say and how much trouble must they be in for the other things to have gone so wrong?

x
V

 

[Nirvanadragones]

you mean the world to me

 

[Chantilyvamp]

sometimes you make me smile in the night

 

[Samandiriel]

I feel your love inside me, all the time. I find I smile more, I see the world through your eyes.
I look at the time to think about what you are doing when you're not with me.
I watch you sleeping and how you lie, how your hair looks, the expression on your face,
I watch how you hold your cup when you drink your tea and
the faces you make when you are really looking at something
My eyes follow your hand as you brush your hair from your face
I love to watch you while you read
You are my poetry.

 

[Nirvanadragones]

The Spirit world is so close, we can almost reach out and touch our loved ones. Theres just a thin barrier between them and where we are. They're always very close to us. This i believe very much. Your little Angel is just that.. a little Angel and has more than likely by now met my . . . . He will take very good care of her over there. And we will all be there one day as well.

 

[Nirvanadragones]

Don't give up - don't you ever dare give up.

 

[impressive]

She should have breakfast but she can't bear the interruption it would entail, the contact with Nelly's mood. She will write for an hour or so, then eat something. Not eating is a vice, a drug of sorts -- with her stomach empty she feels quick and clean, clearheaded, ready for a fight. She sips her coffee, sets it down, stretches her arms. This is one of the most singular experiences, waking on what feels like a good day, preparing to work but not yet actually embarked. At this moment there are infinite possibilities, whole hours ahead. Her mind hums. This morning she may penetrate the obfuscation, the clogged pipes, to reach the gold. She can feel it inside her, an all but indescribable second self, or rather a parallel, purer self. If she were religious, she would call it the soul. It is more than the sum of her intellect and her emotions, more than the sum of her experiences, though it runs like veins of brilliant metal through all three. It is an inner faculty that recognized the animating mysteries of the world because it is made of the same substance, and when she is very fortunate she is able to write directly through that faculty. Writing in that state is the most profound satisfaction she knows, but her access to it comes and goes without warning. She may pick up her pen and follow it with her hand as it moves across the paper; she may pick up her pen and find that she's merely herself, a woman in a housecoat holding a pen, afraid and uncertain, only mildly competent, with no idea about where to begin or what to write.

The Hours
~ Michael Cunningham​

 

[Guest]

the more i'm around you the more i never want to leave

 

[Nirvanadragones]

You were so afraid of the darkness
of what it would bring

I'm still afraid

 

[feeeriek]

You were so afraid of the darkness
of what it would bring

I'm still afraid

the darkness is not to be feared if you are not alone...i am there with you holding you...as are others