Nov. 22nd, 2013

aravelle: A picture of a lamia bathing by a window, in a wooden tub. (Default)
 Oh god I am gushing. I am gushing love and adoration and I feel like my love for him is a virus, a parasite that will eat and possess me and light me ablaze. I may lust for E to no end, but my god do I love him. He's perfect. He's wonderful. He is an oceanic labyrinth, he is the radiance in the dark, the moon in the night. He is my darling... to love him is to swallow a star, to feel radiance and light and energy and love bursting from the seams of your skin. He is Strange, my Strange lover. I feel like if he asked me to light myself on fire, I would, because nothing would be different. I love him so, and I can't believe I'm seeing him tonight. Not here, but there. I haven't been over there in a few weeks and we're going to the place we share, to just.. spend time together. I can't believe it. I just.. love him. I needed somewhere to vomit all over the place about my feelings somewhere, and I feel like this is just something too vulnerable for tumblr. I may or may not come back later and vomit more.

bouquet.

Nov. 22nd, 2013 06:43 pm
aravelle: A picture of a lamia bathing by a window, in a wooden tub. (Default)

 Soon.

Soon.

SOON.

 

It is only a matter of time, a matter of minutes, before I see my sweet and get laid.

The anticipation is killing me.

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