Remember when I turned 30 last year? When I waxed poetic about the lessons I’d learned in my 20s and how I looked forward to life with more confidence, (and thanks to my new gig) more money, and more adventure?
Do you want to know what 30 had to say that?
“That’s not how it works. That’s not how any of this works.“
Do you know what 30 was?
You need to be kissed.
You can vividly recall the last time you were fucked. When was the last time someone feasted upon your lips?
Can you remember the last time a warm palm caressed your cheek? When fingertips last grazed lazily over your frame? When a tongue glided aimlessly over your skin with no destination in mind? When someone last recognized your fragrance as home?
In the first of a series of fresh starts I’m giving myself for my upcoming birthday (We’re one week away from 31), I gave my blog a new, minimalist look. Purging and simplifying will be the theme of the coming year but more on that in next week’s birthday post. For now, I want you to check out my pretty new clean design. To scratch the writing itch and give you a reason to check out the new digs, I’m answering five random questions that I found in various corners of the internet. I may make this a weekly practice to keep things moving around here. Here goes:
One: If you could live in any home on a television series, what would it be?