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I feel the same way. Your fingers threaded through their hair and on their neck when you were kissing. Sophie, a striking girl with shiny black hair, blue eyes the exact color of worn denim and dramatic alabaster skin, was lamenting to us that she can't seem to go out for a night on the town without salaciously locking lips on the dance floor with at least three different men. Email it to a friend! I hope you kiss me really hard when I see you. All rights reserved. Friend's Email Address. I realized I had done it again. A space full of clean air and cupboards drenched in love and understanding, sparkling with honey and peppermint tea. I want to kiss away your hurts and hold you until you know without a doubt that this is for real. All Rights Reserved. Meta posts and witch hunts are frowned upon. If you want the NAW flair, submit your post as usual, then click the 'flair' link under the post body. You may unsubscribe at any time. Post a comment!
I miss kissing. : offmychest
- They were so vapid and so empty and so brutally insignificant that they neglected to make a real dent in my memory.
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- It only occurred to me a few days ago how important kissing is for me, and I wonder if that's right, if kissing is supposed to be very important kizsing people.
I miss you and I really want to kiss you. If only I could kiss you through my phone, my life would be a little easier. When I saw you, I was afraid to meet you. When I met you, I was afraid to kiss you. When I kissed you, I was afraid to love you. Now that I love you, I'm afraid to lose you. Tonight I can only say that I love you too well for my peace of mind, and that absence from you is death to me. You won my heart when you glanced at me and you swept me off my feet with just one kiss. Kissing you is like getting your signature, as I am your biggest fan. In true love the smallest distance is too great and the greatest distance can be bridged. I may not get to see you as often as I like, I may not get to hold you in my arms all through the night. Any moment spent away from you is too long. Within you, I lost myself. Without you, I found myself wanting to be lost again. Sometimes I just wish you were here so I could tell you how much I need you and how hard every day has been without you. And when you're gone, nothing feels right until you return.
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It invites a level of intimacy where vulnerability is felt but not always noticed or acknowledged. I remember my first kiss. Kizsing was a few days before my 13th birthday. Her name was Natasha. She came to my house to wish me a Happy Birthday. After an awkward silence, she invited me to a movie. But, I kept thinking about our movie date.
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What kind of lip balm were they using? You saw fireworks when they touched you. Your world exploded. Your nether regions tingled. You wanted to throw them I miss kissing a wall and keep going at it. Like if you guys were aliens on another planet or if you were star-crossed lovers during the Civil War. Your fingers threaded through their hair and on their neck when you were kissing. They had really soft hair. Reblogged this on Teenage Problems and commented: So true, love this blog. Reblogged this on Funny You Ask… and commented: 14 and a half of these apply. Reblogged this on Dancing Through Life. Sign up for the Thought Catalog Weekly and get the best stories from the week to your inbox every Friday. You may unsubscribe at any time. By subscribing, you agree to the terms of our Privacy Statement.
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It was a gorgeously lazy Sunday afternoon, and I felt cozy tucked into my friend Sara's Brooklyn Heights apartment. Sophie, a striking girl with shiny black hair, blue eyes the exact color of worn denim and dramatic alabaster skin, was lamenting to us that she can't seem to go out for a night on the town without salaciously locking lips on the dance floor with at least three different men. I will kiss him, but I will wretch. When I'm shagging, I can just shut my eyes and get on with it," confessed posh little Amanda, a petite, proper, private-school-educated year-old trust-fund child. I was the lone American girl in this sea of English girls, but I've called London home in my early to mid 20s and was raised by a bonafide English mother.
Tonight I can only say that I love you too well for my peace of mind, and that absence from you mss death to me. She quietly refused and kept her eyes forward. I started to feel passionate again.
Oct 12, - A few weeks ago, I was enjoying a 4-pm chat over hot cups of tea and Toblerone chocolate bars with four of my loveliest, most brilliant. My ex hardly kissed me in the end, I mean as in really kissed me. Maybe when we were about to have sex or something but not just because. Feb 27, - If anyone where to ever ask, although I am rarely asked, here's a tidbit of information about being single. Most people would rather not address.