Carpe Diem

Reblogged from art-or-porn

sweetenchantment:

trixietreats:

sinnerunrepentant:shinyretrostingy:stockingsandmasks:screwthepanties:verticalseduction:(via forhereyesonly, art-or-porn)

“You can forget what the touch is like. You can fight not to dream of glowing flesh and eyes like molten jewels, a sweep of ankle-length hair across your body. But the desire is always there just under the surface, like an alcoholic who can never take another drink for fear that one drink will never be enough to satisfy that thirst.”
—Laurell K. Hamilton

I’m going to miss you so much. I think going away and making the most of our time before I leave has made me appreciate you more, love you; more. I’ve never been away from home or family for more than a week (world youth day08). The longest i’ve been apart from mates for periods of time was over the christmas school holidays, 3 weeks max. But even then I was with family; I always had one or the other. But to put myself in a new culture (it’s such a different culture, the navy. Just like the youth culture; university culture; college culture; drug culture; music culture.. I step into one of these cultures and it’s a totally different world, the behaviour and beliefs of each society are so defined.. and the people within characterize such different qualities. It’s the mentality behind the hard faces, straight uniforms, strict routine, and downright anal behaviour that intrigues me.. The concept of mind games; earning respect and gaining priveleges, pushing yourself and getting results.. it beguiles me.) …void of both and away from everything I’ve ever known; it scares me to the shit. Call me crazy, but even though it’s gonna be hard, I want this shake up in life. I need this shakeup in life. I feel like I’ve been stuck in limbo after finishing school - because I never moved on and started something new. You guys left home and started uni, or stayed home and turned 18, got a radical haircut, started a study, or got a new job. the concept of concluding that era of life.. never happened for me. I want the discipline, the routine, the rush of going somewhere you’ve never been, the audacity of having a new slate; knowing no one. It’s so fucking scary, because for once in my life i don’t know what to expect and i’ve never been more excited. I’m going to miss these amazing people in my life so much. and it’s because of that, that i know i’m going to break. i know i’m going to cry. your voice, your touch, your smell, your warmth, my lips on your throat, and your words. your laugh. those smiley eyes. the petty arguments about petrol money, long showers, who left the milk out last night, who didn’t put out the bin the yellow bin last thursday, making you late for work and forgetting to text. i’m gonna go crazy without playing the keys, and knowing what you’re all up to; without traintrips to brisbane and eating coconut loaf with my best girls at starbucks. i’m going to miss our heaps gross double dates [add 1 matty k], being 17 and drinking underage, being polite to boisterous childern and teaching them how to make nice sounds on the keys. I’ll miss running through buderim and doing boxing classes with fit old women, who punch harder than me. i’ll miss being angry at oliver, for using my towel in the mornings, and for eating the last banana; i’ll miss mum, and her motherly ways; dad, and his protein shakes. It’s all not that epic, because i’m coming back. But I think the realization hit me tonight, when I was eating my rice with dad.. (and we laughed about how awkward it is when you see someone you haven’t seen in ages, and you go in for a hug after the polite kiss on the cheek.. to realise they didn’t.. so you both kind of stagger mid hug then chuckle.) I’m scared to the shit because life is never going to be the same. However, I find myself more excited than I’ve ever been before.

trixietreats:

sinnerunrepentant:shinyretrostingy:stockingsandmasks:screwthepanties:verticalseduction:(via forhereyesonly, art-or-porn)

“You can forget what the touch is like. You can fight not to dream of glowing flesh and eyes like molten jewels, a sweep of ankle-length hair across your body. But the desire is always there just under the surface, like an alcoholic who can never take another drink for fear that one drink will never be enough to satisfy that thirst.”

—Laurell K. Hamilton

I’m going to miss you so much. I think going away and making the most of our time before I leave has made me appreciate you more, love you; more. I’ve never been away from home or family for more than a week (world youth day08). The longest i’ve been apart from mates for periods of time was over the christmas school holidays, 3 weeks max. But even then I was with family; I always had one or the other. But to put myself in a new culture (it’s such a different culture, the navy. Just like the youth culture; university culture; college culture; drug culture; music culture.. I step into one of these cultures and it’s a totally different world, the behaviour and beliefs of each society are so defined.. and the people within characterize such different qualities. It’s the mentality behind the hard faces, straight uniforms, strict routine, and downright anal behaviour that intrigues me.. The concept of mind games; earning respect and gaining priveleges, pushing yourself and getting results.. it beguiles me.) …void of both and away from everything I’ve ever known; it scares me to the shit. Call me crazy, but even though it’s gonna be hard, I want this shake up in life. I need this shakeup in life. I feel like I’ve been stuck in limbo after finishing school - because I never moved on and started something new. You guys left home and started uni, or stayed home and turned 18, got a radical haircut, started a study, or got a new job. the concept of concluding that era of life.. never happened for me. I want the discipline, the routine, the rush of going somewhere you’ve never been, the audacity of having a new slate; knowing no one. It’s so fucking scary, because for once in my life i don’t know what to expect and i’ve never been more excited. I’m going to miss these amazing people in my life so much. and it’s because of that, that i know i’m going to break. i know i’m going to cry. your voice, your touch, your smell, your warmth, my lips on your throat, and your words. your laugh. those smiley eyes. the petty arguments about petrol money, long showers, who left the milk out last night, who didn’t put out the bin the yellow bin last thursday, making you late for work and forgetting to text. i’m gonna go crazy without playing the keys, and knowing what you’re all up to; without traintrips to brisbane and eating coconut loaf with my best girls at starbucks. i’m going to miss our heaps gross double dates [add 1 matty k], being 17 and drinking underage, being polite to boisterous childern and teaching them how to make nice sounds on the keys. I’ll miss running through buderim and doing boxing classes with fit old women, who punch harder than me. i’ll miss being angry at oliver, for using my towel in the mornings, and for eating the last banana; i’ll miss mum, and her motherly ways; dad, and his protein shakes. It’s all not that epic, because i’m coming back. But I think the realization hit me tonight, when I was eating my rice with dad.. (and we laughed about how awkward it is when you see someone you haven’t seen in ages, and you go in for a hug after the polite kiss on the cheek.. to realise they didn’t.. so you both kind of stagger mid hug then chuckle.) I’m scared to the shit because life is never going to be the same. However, I find myself more excited than I’ve ever been before.

Carpe Diem

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