Sleep is overtaking me again. Feel free to leave something in my inbox and I’ll get back to you when I’m awake. :)
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When was this taken??? @studyindeduction
I’m very young in this, aren’t I… I had some photos done up for when I first opened my original blog, but they never quite fit in with the aesthetic I was going for, so I didn’t use them. Perhaps the photographer released them out into the ether of the internet.
This really is a bit much.
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The lighting needs work… It’s washing your beautiful skin out too much.
I believe it was meant to be ‘dramatic’.
Ahhh... of course. 😏
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When was this taken??? @studyindeduction
I’m very young in this, aren’t I… I had some photos done up for when I first opened my original blog, but they never quite fit in with the aesthetic I was going for, so I didn’t use them. Perhaps the photographer released them out into the ether of the internet.
This really is a bit much.
The lighting needs work... It’s washing your beautiful skin out too much.
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I can’t sleep. Ah well, at least my husband is usually up at this god forsaken hour, so I’m not alone.
Hello.
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Hello you. 😉
I love you, John. 😌 💗
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What a coincidence! I love you too. 😉❤️ And your perfect arse. 🍑
The internet and I are all more than aware of how much you love my perfect arse, John. You’re reminding us all–constantly! 🙄
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Do you not like my reminders?
Well… I wouldn’t be complete averse to you continuing them on occasion. They are particularly nice when they come with that gentle little pat you do when you walk by sometimes. 😌
In that case... I will continue said reminders, but only occasionally and with a bit of a gentle pat.
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When was this taken??? @studyindeduction
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I can’t sleep. Ah well, at least my husband is usually up at this god forsaken hour, so I’m not alone.
Hello.
johnblogsstuff
Hello you. 😉
I love you, John. 😌 💗
johnblogsstuff
What a coincidence! I love you too. 😉❤️ And your perfect arse. 🍑
The internet and I are all more than aware of how much you love my perfect arse, John. You’re reminding us all–constantly! 🙄
Do you not like my reminders?
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I can’t sleep. Ah well, at least my husband is usually up at this god forsaken hour, so I’m not alone.
Hello.
johnblogsstuff
Hello you. 😉
I love you, John. 😌 💗
What a coincidence! I love you too. 😉❤️ And your perfect arse. 🍑
John, I feel that I have been most negligent in letting you know how remarkably clever, and attractive, and brave you are, of late. And so I am telling you, now. You are a paragon of charm, and strength, and warmth. I am very grateful for you. I love you.
Thank you love.
You’re pretty amazing yourself. You’re loving, tender, and affectionate, and I’m more than blessed to have your phenomenal love in my life.
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I can’t sleep. Ah well, at least my husband is usually up at this god forsaken hour, so I’m not alone.
Hello.
Hello you. 😉
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Anonymous asked:
I wanted to tell you re: your caring comments from the other day, you were right. Caring hurts. It really does serve no purpose except to cause you pain and break your heart. You may have the right idea about trying to care less. I wish I could learn how to as well.
I was in a bit of a dark place that day, I believe. I have those sorts of days, where I hate everything and everyone. I was worried about my stupid brother. Everything hurt, and I just wanted it to stop.
But I wouldn’t want to not love John, or Emma, or even (never tell him this) my brother. It does hurt, but I’m not sure that it has no purpose. It feels important somehow. I do draw strength from John’s love for me, and from my love for him, even if, in some other ways, it does make me more vulnerable.
I feel I’m not making a great deal of sense. I don’t understand it very well myself. I’m still learning. These things confuse me really. I am not the right person to talk to about love, and caring.
I suppose what I am trying to say, is that I’m not so sure that learning to stop caring entirely is a wise thing. My brother would say it is. But my brother is wrong about a great many things.
John is very wise about these things. Perhaps you should talk to him, as well.
Caring can be difficult because we can find ourselves exposed to sorrow, and sorrow is never easy. But sorry is necessary. Sorrow is commendable. Sorrow is powerful.
Think of your heart as a well in the ground. At first you can only hold so much water. The well is shallow. Sorrow comes along and digs at the ground. It hurts like hell but now you can hold more water (love). Each time you experience sorrow, the well of your heart gets deeper and deeper. That’s why those who have experienced great sorrow, have a giant capacity to love.
Now, life tends to teach us to build damns in our well, because for some stupid sodding reason, feelings (great feelings) are looked upon as weakness, or a sign of insanity. So we learn how to build damns in our wells to make us appear more shallow. When put that way it sounds rather ridiculous doesn’t it? Why would we want to be shallow? Without depth and character? Especially when we’ve been forged into something deep and whole and beautiful? But the world lies to us, and tells us it’s wrong.
This is why you should never ever listen to the world.
It’s also why people who tend to lash out, and act mean, are usually that way because they’re either a) shallow people or b) falsely shallow people.
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somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac
Come and seek shelter from this flesh and bone. Fill in the hollowness with your touch. Embrace the parts I throw away, and drench them in your love. Darling, come, and build a home out of me, with me.
Lukas W. // A home of a soul (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
I can’t sleep. Ah well, at least my husband is usually up at this god forsaken hour, so I’m not alone.
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Anonymous asked:
Ridiculous societal gender norms -.-
Indeed.
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Little known fact: pink was my favourite colour when I was a young boy.
John!! I did not know this!! Tell me all about it. I would buy you pink things. I would have done, if I’d known.
I just remember my teacher asking us to choose our favourite colour and I chose pink, and everyone laughed at me but the teacher scolded the other children and told them that I could like any colour I wanted to.
Of course when my father found out, I was told that men weren’t allowed to like the colour pink, and that’s when blue became my favourite colour. I don’t really fancy the colour pink anymore, but coral is rather lovely and it goes nicely with aqua which is one of my favourite shades of blue.
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Anonymous asked:
Ridiculous societal gender norms -.-
Indeed.
Little known fact: pink was my favourite colour when I was a young boy.
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@johnblogsstuff, and here is a little swimsuit for her. If we decide to go back to Sussex sometime this summer, she might like to go into the water.
We should go back to Sussex for the summer. An ocean trip would be lovely.
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