- John Crowley (via observando)
I don’t want sex, I want the things that lead up to it. The slow kissing then the passionate kissing, then the pulling closer, the neck kisses, the grabbing, biting, heavy breathing, grinding, the pauses while you catch your breath, feeling each other. Oh my.
- Unknown (via mylesbworld)
I had a good day at work today. The weather is shitty, and we were busier than I expected because the weather is so shitty but today went surprisingly well.
My father has never quite been the ideal father figure one child growing up would hope for. He’s an alcoholic, verbally abusive, and he used to be physically abusive. So much time has passed until I finally saw through the lies, and empty promises. My father can be very manipulative, especially when there’s something that he wants. Most times he only came around when it was convenient for him, and even then he tell us through and through of how if he had some more money he’d be able to provide more and do more things for us.
Money has never been a deal breaker when it came to building a relationship with my father, just being there with him and spending time with one another would be all I really could ask for at this point. When I was a child, I felt as though my father and I were very close, I was always very defensive of my father and thought that he was such an innocent soul. I guess I just want something different for my sister, I mean, my father often tells her these things that he usually never follows through with. Like today for instance, my sister asked to stay the night at his house and he said, “Yeah, I’ll be over there in a little while, I just have a few errands to run.” This was at 12pm this afternoon, it is now 8:15 and there is no sign of my father, I don’t know where he is nor do I know what he’s doing. His phones off, and there’s no possible way to get to him other than his phone. My father came around most times when he needed something, as I said previously; however, recently my father came into a lump sum of money and now he doesn’t even call to check on how we’re doing. He says that he’s gonna do all this stuff for him, but all I want is a phone call and I can’t even get that. I just want something better for my sister, and it’s a shame that she has to deal with this at such a ripe age. I guess I just always wonder why my father wasn’t a different person, but then again, if he was differen’t then I would be as well….
This is what I think about on a daily basis…