Anonymous: How do you feel?
High. Holy fuck. When did my life turn into such an exiting adventure? Loving everything right now. Can’t wait for the weekend.
*No, I’m not really high, I’m fucking 14. But I do feel high.
Anonymous: Why don't you have a menu? Where can I find all of your personal posts?
I used to link all of my social networks and my blog pages in a menu, but it started to annoy the fuck out of me so I just let it be. At the end, I blog for myself and I know all my pages. Also, erm, there wasn’t a place in my theme where I could’ve put them.
You can find my personal posts here :~)
I am so surprised I don’t get any hate mail. I am 14 and I am writing about something erotic*. Not direct erotic, soft erotic. But though. I love people here on Tumblr. I just fucking love them.
*By the way, I’m not writing just something, this blog is autobiographical.
The heat. The skin. The beating of our hearts. The aura and this elation in the air. You feel loved for this moment. Just for this single moment you feel desired. Closed eyes. The blood flowing through our veins, the only thing you hear is his breath. It’s going fast. And you feel high. You feel drunk. But not from weed or alcohol. From love.