I was going to make a list of things I love about you, and I actually started writing them down. I covered a whole piece of paper and could have kept going. The thing is, there is absolutely nothing about you that I don’t love. Even when you’ve been exhausted and got up on the wrong side of the bed, I love you. You are the person I’m dreaming of, my first thought in the morning and I always wake up smiling because of you. I think about you all day long, and then I lay my head back on my pillow at night and repeat that every day. There’s nothing about us that I don’t love either. It’s so easy. Whether we are laughing together, being silly, cuddling, supporting each other through the tough stuff real life throws at us, or taking care of each other in other ways. It’s all amazing. You are my best friend. All of me belongs to you, and all of you belongs to me too. Someday, Baby, there will be no more distance. No more miles separating us, we will be mere breaths apart. I won’t stop smiling then, and I’ll never ever stop loving you. In fact, each day that passes, I love you more and there’s even times when I feel like my heart will simply burst from it.
Happy Valentine’s Day, Hobbes. All my love, Your Alice
A strog woman can also be submissive in bed. It doesn’t make her weak. It makes her stronger than most. Putting your body into the hands of someone else…that takes balls.
When I said
I’d never hurt you,
I meant I would never
break your heart,
or your spirit…
however, your
beautiful soft skin,
your pretty pink nipples,
that perfectly round backside,
and those luscious red lips,
absolutely every single inch
of that gorgeous body
is Mine,
and I will make it ache
with hunger for Me —
you will beg me
to hurt you, little girl,
you will plead with Me
for more…
and I will gladly
hurt you.
I want you.
Not the way “normal people” want.
I don’t want you pretty, and shining, and new.
I don’t desire your innocence, sweetness or light.
I want you raw.
Open, and honest and real.
Dark, and broken, and twisted.
I’m dripping, sticky, slippery
All tangled hair and smeared make up.
…
The kind of love letters I write are the ones you read in bed, stretched out under the sheets with one hand between your legs.
It’s a fantastic thing for a man to love your brain but also want to take you to bed to make you forget your own name.
(via namelessin314)
@RuthlessMichal
*seductively whispers as I lick my lips*
This.
Fucking this…
I love you, that means I’m not just here for the pretty parts. I’m here no matter what.
Claudia Gray, Hourglass (via leavethelies)
@RuthlessMichal Remember this.
I do not want a love with soft edges
or a love that’s gentle, polite or timid.
I want a love that licks its lips
and begs for seconds.
I want a love that breaks headboards
and disturbs the neighbours.
I want a love that sleeps in
and a love that stays out late.
I want a love that smears its lipstick
down my neck like warpaint.
I want a love run wild.
I want a love like sun fire.
I want a love that starts riots
and roars in defiance.
I want a love that’s mad,
fierce and full of fight.
I want you, now, here, all night.
I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else.
(via ijustwantyoudarling)
@RuthlessMichal
