love-live-lift:

I have decided teaching swim lessons is one of the most awkward jobs ever. I have had more little kids accidentally pull down the top of my suit, touch my boobs, put their foot in my crotch when they’re pushing off back to the wall, and tell me private things about them or their parents than I…

so much truth in this statement. like holy crap, i was hard core by a 4 year old last summer, who then turned around and made out with his twin brother. or when they have to go to the bathroom and come out with their suit around their knees and need help pulling it up, you’re like “do i take them back to the bathroom to do it, or do it in public so no one thinks i touched him/her wrong.” or, one of my favorite kids tries to kiss me every single lesson…not on the cheek, on the lips. teaching swim lessons is one of the most awkward jobs ever.

i want you to kiss me with all your might and hold nothing back.

i want to feel how nervous and excited we both were on the roof last november.

i want us to feel more alive again.

will you run away from here with me so we can be just a little bit more free?

i want to feel you pressed against my skin so hard it’s like we aren’t two bodies at all.

i want you to let out all the hurt from your past, your frustration from now, and your anxiety about the future into me. i want to feel it all.

make me feel what you feel. make me see what you see.

make love to me like you’ve never done before.

to recapture the little things i used to do that mean so much.

to spend less time on my phone/computer when we’re together because we are what’s important, not whatever is online.

to worry less if i’m making you happy because that takes all the spontaneity out of it.

to love you to infinity and beyond.

i miss the way we used to be. i still love us now, without a doubt, he’s always on my mind. we just seem so worried now. let’s promise to be a little more carefree again?

i miss you pushing me up against the wall or picking me up and spinning me around. or kidnapping me and taking me somewhere secret. or surprise flowers.

i love you though. don’t doubt that for a second. 

i can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.

i should just go lock myself in the other room and stay there for the rest of my life.

dollface

face spam

I grew up in one weekend, so sometimes I feel the need to act like a kid

Lookin at you lookin at me
wonderin what to do
I’ve got my eyes on you,
your hands on me
and I know just what to do

I’m gonna love you
like I ain’t ever loved before
I’m gonna show you
Just what you to do me
when you hold me, kiss me
Baby it’s no mystery
That I need you

When you come home from work
A million things on your mind
You’re hair’s a mess
And you’re gettin undressed
I know just what to do

I’m gonna love you
like I ain’t ever loved before
I’m gonna show you
just what you do to me
when you look at me
with those deep green eyes
baby it’s no mystery
that I want you

You walk in through the front door
with somethin in your hand
I smile at you,
you grin at me
And I know what you’re gonna do

You’re gonna love me
like you ain’t ever loved before
you’re gonna show me
just what I do to you
When I look at you and kiss you
baby it’s no mystery
that you love me 

[a song I wrote during my Anthro section for my wonderful boyfriend]

do NOT screw this up, lyndzie.

i show my belly (with a food baby…mmmmm noodle).

look at my legs and my booty. mmmm girl.