It's scary how easily your body can become accustomed to another...
I wonder if he realised what he was doing 2 months ago when we spent 52 hours together at a music festival and then back at his home. Altogether it was probably only an hour out of that when we weren’t touching. I would step out of his arms to give a friend a quick hug hello and then he would be pulling me back to him. He would turn to get a drink off a friend, but his arm would still be slung around my waist… across my shoulders… tucked into my pockets. He whispered that he couldn’t keep his hands off me… and the truth is, I wouldn’t have it any other way. But when I went home after our weekend together my body felt wrong. That physical connection had been broken and every nerve-ending screamed for his touch.
I’ve always been a people-person. I’m happiest when I’m with other people. I need interaction and love discovering different bonds with different people. So, part of me loved this new attachment. Part of me wanted to explore it, to strengthen it into something even stronger. But the other part of me wanted to run away, scared of trapping myself into another suffocating, controlling relationship.
I’d like to say that the strong, adventurous, loving part of me won out… but after discovering the freedom of being single… I ran away; scared of being restrained.
Fortunately, there is only so much running you can do in this city, and now only 2 months later, I am forced to face this feeling again. All it took, was him walking into the same bar, capturing my gaze with those whisky brown eyes smiling at me. “Hey stranger, have you missed me?” and suddenly I was back in his arms again like the last two months hadn’t been filled dodging chance meetings just like this.
What a waste of 2 months, why did I ever run? The way he makes me feel is so addictive I can’t understand how I could have ignored calls from him in the past. I’ve always adored him, but now I adore the way he makes me feel… I love that I can feel nervous and stressed, but forget it all as soon as he enters the room when I am filled with confidence and suddenly feel like I can beat anything. More than any of that, I trust him not to betray this power he has over me. Because he likes me as a wild thing… he likes that I have opinions different to his, he appreciates that sometimes I wander off in the middle of a crowd because I get curious about things that we pass.
The strangest thing is that even though he has such a hold over me… I feel more powerful than ever, because I think he feels the same way about me. So again... I wonder if he knew what he was getting himself into - 2 months ago! Because I don't think I'll ever let him go!
xxx
RA
- Location:His balcony...
- Mood:determined
- Music:White Horse - Taylor Swift
Now I'm tormented by the memory... You reaching through the crowd and pulling me into your embrace. Your lips on my neck as you whisper "Stop being so sexy." But how could I ever stop when you make me feel so alive and confident.
I never knew I could become so accustomed to something so quickly. But after 8 hours in your arms - dancing... hugging... kissing... my body feels wrong without you. I'm aching for those strong hands gripping me tight.
I should have realised it would be this intense. We've known each other for over a year and through all the flirting and waiting, this chemistry has built up so that the first time we touched last week... we couldn't stop.
You lifted me into your arms, wrapping me around you and you said it felt so right...
If only I could see you tonight!
xxx
RA
- Location:Kitchen... cooking dinner
- Mood:
flirty - Music:Alive - natalie Basingthwaite
Title: Saved to Save Another Day
Author: RA
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville, this is just one of the many ways I can imagine Lois and Clark moving on.
Spoilers: Some reference to 'The Bride'
Summary: Lois and Clark save each other in more ways than one.
( ...She let herself believe, just for a moment, that he needed her... )
- Location:Under the stars...
- Mood:
hopeful - Music:How Deep is Your Love - The Bird and the Bee
…Beauty is in the eye of the beholder…
I wonder who was the first person to say that? It is the truest quote I have ever heard.
Everyone is different and we all appreciate different things. I think my old, scruffy German Shepherd Tyr is beautiful. He was the first pet I ever chose for myself. I was 11 and felt sorry for him because he was the runt of the litter and didn't ever play with the other puppies… I couldn't stand the thought of him being lonely and convinced my mum to bring him home with us. Now my little Tyr has grown up to be a huge dog with boundless energy and a resounding bark that sometimes makes the windows shake. So many people don't understand the appeal he still holds for me as he gets older, surlier and scruffier... :-) But he’s mine and loves me no matter what I do, so I love him no matter what as well. Every time I look at him - I see warm, brown eyes… soft, cuddly fur, a tail wagging with excitement that I'm paying him attention... and I can't understand how anyone could ever resist him!
The world is full of beautiful things. I truly believe that everything is beautiful to someone out there. If you ever feel unattractive, just remember that! You might not like your appearance, your peers might not fully appreciate your beauty… But to someone out there, you are beautiful in all the ways that count to them.
- Location:At my cluttered desk, surrounded by my beautiful things
- Mood:
impressed - Music:Beautiful Disaster - Kelly Clarkson
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This morning on the radio Kate Taylor reported:
"Australians would rather die than talk in public" referring to a recent study where roughly 70% of Australians ranked Public Talking as their greatest fear above Death.
I’m so over Journalists misinterpreting statistics and twisting the wording so that something means a completely different thing altogether! Just because people are more afraid of Public Talking than Death doesn’t mean they would prefer to die than give a speech! It’s actually healthy to not have a strong fear of dying because guess what people – it happens to everyone eventually! We have been given the strength to understand that you can’t spend your life being afraid of something that is inevitable… So yeah, we’re more afraid of Public Speaking than Death. But at least that is a reasonable fear, plenty of people can go through a successful life without Public Speaking, but to my knowledge… no-one can go through life without eventually coming to death.
I am confident that if the statistic options were Public Speaking or Painful Death the results would have been gravely different.
I personally enjoy Public Speaking. I'm opinionated, confident, and often more comfortable talking to a large crowd than having one-on-one time with someone intimidating. To be perfectly honest, I enjoy having all that attention fixed on me ;o) But even then, I still get nervous everytime I need to do a Public Presentation... What if I mess up? What if no-one is interested in what I have to say? It's always the 'what-if's that do it! Whereas death... yeah I'd prefer to die an old lady slowly falling asleep in bed surrounded by people I love instead of right now at a young age. But I try not to think about death too much... and the less you think about something, the less scary it becomes.
xxx
RA
- Location:By the lake
- Mood:
frustrated - Music:Sweet About Me - Gabrielle Cilmi
I woke up last night on the kitchen counter – It turns out that I sleep walk…
All the doors and windows were locked shut and I was the only one in the apartment (My roomie has paired off for Spring and has been spending most nights with her current boy toy). It was one of the scariest things that has ever happened to me. I woke up shivering and as my eyes came into focus, I didn’t recognise the walls surrounding me. Naturally – I freaked and jumped up, thinking I was in a comfortable squishy bed… instead I banged my head on the cabinet above me.
Now I was cold, lost and my head was pounding…
The first thought that came to my sleep-addled brain; was that I had been abducted in my sleep! Someone had taken me and put me in a tiny dark room with counters and cupboards and sinks and… my kettle… my kettle? That’s when I realised I was in my kitchen and I almost felt like laughing, almost. Despite realising where I was, adrenaline was still pumping through my veins and the icy fingers of fear are not ones you can shake off easily.
I flicked on all of my lights and checked every little nick and cranny to make sure I was alone in that apartment. After all, I’ve never sleep-walked before and yet somehow I ended up on my kitchen counter in the middle of the night.
One thing that I’ve taken away from this; is that people act so differently under genuine fear. I always thought I’d be a screamer if someone attacked me, but last night I didn’t even cry out in pain when I hit my head… I caught the gasp at the back of my throat when I first woke up surprised and I slipped silently across the floor as I took in my surroundings.
As much as I felt panicked, I didn’t act in alarm. I was controlled and careful… I’ve never been a victim before but now I’m confident that if something ever came to that, I would be able to fight back strategically.
It’s weird how random realisations like that can change your outlook on life or your confidence in yourself.
I hope all of you are fighters as well. As nice as it is to dream about a night in shining armour to rescue you, (and some people might be lucky enough to have one) it’s always important to be able to rescue yourself. It makes you powerful. I’ve done a quick search on it and 1 out of 3 attackers will abandon the assault if you fight back. They don’t expect it and suddenly you become too much of a hassle and "The juice isn’t worth the squeeze"-(Encino Man)
Anyway, I've linked a few articles that I found interesting and empowering in case anyone ever reads this and is interested :o)
xxx
RA
Studies on Fighting Back
How to Fight an Attacker (Dirty)
Myths About Fighting Back
- Location:In my kitchen... with that familiar Kettle
- Mood:
contemplative - Music:Stronger - kanye West
I miss Bones!!! So here's a little something I wish would happen... can't resist!
xxx
RA
Title: Across the Line
Author: RA
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones or any characters, this is just something I WISH those that do own them would write...
Summary: Another Christmas... a bit of Booth ♥ Bones fluff - Brennans POV
( ...You smell so much nicer than the chemicals of my lab... )
- Location:In a nice, cozy bedroom
- Mood:artistic
- Music:Art of Survival - Kerosene
I never really watched much Winne the Pooh, but from what I've seen - I'd have to say Tigger. I believe that moods and emotions are somewhat contageous and selfishly, I'd rather be happy than sad :o)
I might become annoyed by Tigger bouncing off the walls in our elevator, but being energetic and happy-go-lucky myself, I'd find that more reassuring than a negative Eeyore crounched sad in the corner. I would love to save the little guy and make him smile... But after coming out of a 2 year relationship with a man who had severe depression, I have realised that the only person that can make you happy - is yourself.
xxx
RA
- Location:Out in the sun with my laptop
- Mood:
bouncy - Music:Just Dance ~ Lady Gaga
:o)
Consider me converted! I like the sound of my own voice, and the look of my thoughts written down sporadically on a crisp page; or in this case - a web page. I've been a Livejournal creeper for a bit now and had a few laughs over what some people have shared... and the truth is, I'm too opinionated and loudmouthed to stay silent any longer. So voila - this is my very own place of chatter
xxx
RA
- Location:Big Comfy Desk Chair
- Mood:
contemplative - Music:Come Home ~ One Republic
