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Ahhh. I need textures!!!! Uhm anyway. I'm back for a little while. Computer has been actin' up lately. I need a new one badly. Hopefullllllly it will allow me to render my work without difficulty.
the sky is cloudless today. blue, like the ocean, and never ending. i look up and scream at god for making everything around me so calm and so beautiful and for making me... anxious. anxious for something tangible. i want more than the words i read on the screen everyday and the way he tells me he loves me. i want to feel his breath on my neck, i want to feel the rush when his hand touches mine or when i look into his eyes. i just want him near me.
i find myself craving him. craving his skin on mine. craving his hand to touch my leg...slowly creeping up to take part in something i would only allow him to do. and i crave that. i crave that anxiousness of him being inside me. i want to feel him underneath me. holding me close and kissing me and not paying attention to anyone else except for me.
this anxiety will never disappear. i test myself every week, like those required weekly tests on tv that interrupt the one episode of ER that you have been dying to see with the annoying beeping sound. i close my eyes and breathe in and make sure im still alive. to make sure im still sane. to make sure that i can live without him when times get rough.
in this point in my life, im not sure if being without him is healthy for me.
the sky is cloudless today. blue, like the ocean, and never ending. i look up and scream at god for making everything around me so calm and so beautiful and for making me... anxious. anxious for something tangible. i want more than the words i read on the screen everyday and the way he tells me he loves me. i want to feel his breath on my neck, i want to feel the rush when his hand touches mine or when i look into his eyes. i just want him near me.
i find myself craving him. craving his skin on mine. craving his hand to touch my leg...slowly creeping up to take part in something i would only allow him to do. and i crave that. i crave that anxiousness of him being inside me. i want to feel him underneath me. holding me close and kissing me and not paying attention to anyone else except for me.
this anxiety will never disappear. i test myself every week, like those required weekly tests on tv that interrupt the one episode of ER that you have been dying to see with the annoying beeping sound. i close my eyes and breathe in and make sure im still alive. to make sure im still sane. to make sure that i can live without him when times get rough.
in this point in my life, im not sure if being without him is healthy for me.
the sky is cloudless today. blue, like the ocean, and never ending. i look up and scream at god for making everything around me so calm and so beautiful and for making me... anxious. anxious for something tangible. i want more than the words i read on the screen everyday and the way he tells me he loves me. i want to feel his breath on my neck, i want to feel the rush when his hand touches mine or when i look into his eyes. i just want him near me.
i find myself craving him. craving his skin on mine. craving his hand to touch my leg...slowly creeping up to take part in something i would only allow him to do. and i crave that. i crave that anxiousness of him being inside me. i want to feel him underneath me. holding me close and kissing me and not paying attention to anyone else except for me.
this anxiety will never disappear. i test myself every week, like those required weekly tests on tv that interrupt the one episode of ER that you have been dying to see with the annoying beeping sound. i close my eyes and breathe in and make sure im still alive. to make sure im still sane. to make sure that i can live without him when times get rough.
in this point in my life, im not sure if being without him is healthy for me.
the sky is cloudless today. blue, like the ocean, and never ending. i look up and scream at god for making everything around me so calm and so beautiful and for making me... anxious. anxious for something tangible. i want more than the words i read on the screen everyday and the way he tells me he loves me. i want to feel his breath on my neck, i want to feel the rush when his hand touches mine or when i look into his eyes. i just want him near me.
i find myself craving him. craving his skin on mine. craving his hand to touch my leg...slowly creeping up to take part in something i would only allow him to do. and i crave that. i crave that anxiousness of him being inside me. i want to feel him underneath me. holding me close and kissing me and not paying attention to anyone else except for me.
this anxiety will never disappear. i test myself every week, like those required weekly tests on tv that interrupt the one episode of ER that you have been dying to see with the annoying beeping sound. i close my eyes and breathe in and make sure im still alive. to make sure im still sane. to make sure that i can live without him when times get rough.
in this point in my life, im not sure if being without him is healthy for me.
the sky is cloudless today. blue, like the ocean, and never ending. i look up and scream at god for making everything around me so calm and so beautiful and for making me... anxious. anxious for something tangible. i want more than the words i read on the screen everyday and the way he tells me he loves me. i want to feel his breath on my neck, i want to feel the rush when his hand touches mine or when i look into his eyes. i just want him near me.
i find myself craving him. craving his skin on mine. craving his hand to touch my leg...slowly creeping up to take part in something i would only allow him to do. and i crave that. i crave that anxiousness of him being inside me. i want to feel him underneath me. holding me close and kissing me and not paying attention to anyone else except for me.
this anxiety will never disappear. i test myself every week, like those required weekly tests on tv that interrupt the one episode of ER that you have been dying to see with the annoying beeping sound. i close my eyes and breathe in and make sure im still alive. to make sure im still sane. to make sure that i can live without him when times get rough.
in this point in my life, im not sure if being without him is healthy for me.
the sky is cloudless today. blue, like the ocean, and never ending. i look up and scream at god for making everything around me so calm and so beautiful and for making me... anxious. anxious for something tangible. i want more than the words i read on the screen everyday and the way he tells me he loves me. i want to feel his breath on my neck, i want to feel the rush when his hand touches mine or when i look into his eyes. i just want him near me.
i find myself craving him. craving his skin on mine. craving his hand to touch my leg...slowly creeping up to take part in something i would only allow him to do. and i crave that. i crave that anxiousness of him being inside me. i want to feel him underneath me. holding me close and kissing me and not paying attention to anyone else except for me.
this anxiety will never disappear. i test myself every week, like those required weekly tests on tv that interrupt the one episode of ER that you have been dying to see with the annoying beeping sound. i close my eyes and breathe in and make sure im still alive. to make sure im still sane. to make sure that i can live without him when times get rough.
in this point in my life, im not sure if being without him is healthy for me.
the sky is cloudless today. blue, like the ocean, and never ending. i look up and scream at god for making everything around me so calm and so beautiful and for making me... anxious. anxious for something tangible. i want more than the words i read on the screen everyday and the way he tells me he loves me. i want to feel his breath on my neck, i want to feel the rush when his hand touches mine or when i look into his eyes. i just want him near me.
i find myself craving him. craving his skin on mine. craving his hand to touch my leg...slowly creeping up to take part in something i would only allow him to do. and i crave that. i crave that anxiousness of him being inside me. i want to feel him underneath me. holding me close and kissing me and not paying attention to anyone else except for me.
this anxiety will never disappear. i test myself every week, like those required weekly tests on tv that interrupt the one episode of ER that you have been dying to see with the annoying beeping sound. i close my eyes and breathe in and make sure im still alive. to make sure im still sane. to make sure that i can live without him when times get rough.
in this point in my life, im not sure if being without him is healthy for me.
the sky is cloudless today. blue, like the ocean, and never ending. i look up and scream at god for making everything around me so calm and so beautiful and for making me... anxious. anxious for something tangible. i want more than the words i read on the screen everyday and the way he tells me he loves me. i want to feel his breath on my neck, i want to feel the rush when his hand touches mine or when i look into his eyes. i just want him near me.
i find myself craving him. craving his skin on mine. craving his hand to touch my leg...slowly creeping up to take part in something i would only allow him to do. and i crave that. i crave that anxiousness of him being inside me. i want to feel him underneath me. holding me close and kissing me and not paying attention to anyone else except for me.
this anxiety will never disappear. i test myself every week, like those required weekly tests on tv that interrupt the one episode of ER that you have been dying to see with the annoying beeping sound. i close my eyes and breathe in and make sure im still alive. to make sure im still sane. to make sure that i can live without him when times get rough.
in this point in my life, im not sure if being without him is healthy for me.
the sky is cloudless today. blue, like the ocean, and never ending. i look up and scream at god for making everything around me so calm and so beautiful and for making me... anxious. anxious for something tangible. i want more than the words i read on the screen everyday and the way he tells me he loves me. i want to feel his breath on my neck, i want to feel the rush when his hand touches mine or when i look into his eyes. i just want him near me.
i find myself craving him. craving his skin on mine. craving his hand to touch my leg...slowly creeping up to take part in something i would only allow him to do. and i crave that. i crave that anxiousness of him being inside me. i want to feel him underneath me. holding me close and kissing me and not paying attention to anyone else except for me.
this anxiety will never disappear. i test myself every week, like those required weekly tests on tv that interrupt the one episode of ER that you have been dying to see with the annoying beeping sound. i close my eyes and breathe in and make sure im still alive. to make sure im still sane. to make sure that i can live without him when times get rough.
in this point in my life, im not sure if being without him is healthy for me.
the sky is cloudless today. blue, like the ocean, and never ending. i look up and scream at god for making everything around me so calm and so beautiful and for making me... anxious. anxious for something tangible. i want more than the words i read on the screen everyday and the way he tells me he loves me. i want to feel his breath on my neck, i want to feel the rush when his hand touches mine or when i look into his eyes. i just want him near me.
i find myself craving him. craving his skin on mine. craving his hand to touch my leg...slowly creeping up to take part in something i would only allow him to do. and i crave that. i crave that anxiousness of him being inside me. i want to feel him underneath me. holding me close and kissing me and not paying attention to anyone else except for me.
this anxiety will never disappear. i test myself every week, like those required weekly tests on tv that interrupt the one episode of ER that you have been dying to see with the annoying beeping sound. i close my eyes and breathe in and make sure im still alive. to make sure im still sane. to make sure that i can live without him when times get rough.
in this point in my life, im not sure if being without him is healthy for me.
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i find myself craving him. craving his skin on mine. craving his hand to touch my leg...slowly creeping up to take part in something i would only allow him to do. and i crave that. i crave that anxiousness of him being inside me. i want to feel him underneath me. holding me close and kissing me and not paying attention to anyone else except for me.
this anxiety will never disappear. i test myself every week, like those required weekly tests on tv that interrupt the one episode of ER that you have been dying to see with the annoying beeping sound. i close my eyes and breathe in and make sure im still alive. to make sure im still sane. to make sure that i can live without him when times get rough.
in this point in my life, im not sure if being without him is healthy for me.
i find myself craving him. craving his skin on mine. craving his hand to touch my leg...slowly creeping up to take part in something i would only allow him to do. and i crave that. i crave that anxiousness of him being inside me. i want to feel him underneath me. holding me close and kissing me and not paying attention to anyone else except for me.
this anxiety will never disappear. i test myself every week, like those required weekly tests on tv that interrupt the one episode of ER that you have been dying to see with the annoying beeping sound. i close my eyes and breathe in and make sure im still alive. to make sure im still sane. to make sure that i can live without him when times get rough.
in this point in my life, im not sure if being without him is healthy for me.
i find myself craving him. craving his skin on mine. craving his hand to touch my leg...slowly creeping up to take part in something i would only allow him to do. and i crave that. i crave that anxiousness of him being inside me. i want to feel him underneath me. holding me close and kissing me and not paying attention to anyone else except for me.
this anxiety will never disappear. i test myself every week, like those required weekly tests on tv that interrupt the one episode of ER that you have been dying to see with the annoying beeping sound. i close my eyes and breathe in and make sure im still alive. to make sure im still sane. to make sure that i can live without him when times get rough.
in this point in my life, im not sure if being without him is healthy for me.
i find myself craving him. craving his skin on mine. craving his hand to touch my leg...slowly creeping up to take part in something i would only allow him to do. and i crave that. i crave that anxiousness of him being inside me. i want to feel him underneath me. holding me close and kissing me and not paying attention to anyone else except for me.
this anxiety will never disappear. i test myself every week, like those required weekly tests on tv that interrupt the one episode of ER that you have been dying to see with the annoying beeping sound. i close my eyes and breathe in and make sure im still alive. to make sure im still sane. to make sure that i can live without him when times get rough.
in this point in my life, im not sure if being without him is healthy for me.
i find myself craving him. craving his skin on mine. craving his hand to touch my leg...slowly creeping up to take part in something i would only allow him to do. and i crave that. i crave that anxiousness of him being inside me. i want to feel him underneath me. holding me close and kissing me and not paying attention to anyone else except for me.
this anxiety will never disappear. i test myself every week, like those required weekly tests on tv that interrupt the one episode of ER that you have been dying to see with the annoying beeping sound. i close my eyes and breathe in and make sure im still alive. to make sure im still sane. to make sure that i can live without him when times get rough.
in this point in my life, im not sure if being without him is healthy for me.
i find myself craving him. craving his skin on mine. craving his hand to touch my leg...slowly creeping up to take part in something i would only allow him to do. and i crave that. i crave that anxiousness of him being inside me. i want to feel him underneath me. holding me close and kissing me and not paying attention to anyone else except for me.
this anxiety will never disappear. i test myself every week, like those required weekly tests on tv that interrupt the one episode of ER that you have been dying to see with the annoying beeping sound. i close my eyes and breathe in and make sure im still alive. to make sure im still sane. to make sure that i can live without him when times get rough.
in this point in my life, im not sure if being without him is healthy for me.
i find myself craving him. craving his skin on mine. craving his hand to touch my leg...slowly creeping up to take part in something i would only allow him to do. and i crave that. i crave that anxiousness of him being inside me. i want to feel him underneath me. holding me close and kissing me and not paying attention to anyone else except for me.
this anxiety will never disappear. i test myself every week, like those required weekly tests on tv that interrupt the one episode of ER that you have been dying to see with the annoying beeping sound. i close my eyes and breathe in and make sure im still alive. to make sure im still sane. to make sure that i can live without him when times get rough.
in this point in my life, im not sure if being without him is healthy for me.
i find myself craving him. craving his skin on mine. craving his hand to touch my leg...slowly creeping up to take part in something i would only allow him to do. and i crave that. i crave that anxiousness of him being inside me. i want to feel him underneath me. holding me close and kissing me and not paying attention to anyone else except for me.
this anxiety will never disappear. i test myself every week, like those required weekly tests on tv that interrupt the one episode of ER that you have been dying to see with the annoying beeping sound. i close my eyes and breathe in and make sure im still alive. to make sure im still sane. to make sure that i can live without him when times get rough.
in this point in my life, im not sure if being without him is healthy for me.
i find myself craving him. craving his skin on mine. craving his hand to touch my leg...slowly creeping up to take part in something i would only allow him to do. and i crave that. i crave that anxiousness of him being inside me. i want to feel him underneath me. holding me close and kissing me and not paying attention to anyone else except for me.
this anxiety will never disappear. i test myself every week, like those required weekly tests on tv that interrupt the one episode of ER that you have been dying to see with the annoying beeping sound. i close my eyes and breathe in and make sure im still alive. to make sure im still sane. to make sure that i can live without him when times get rough.
in this point in my life, im not sure if being without him is healthy for me.
i find myself craving him. craving his skin on mine. craving his hand to touch my leg...slowly creeping up to take part in something i would only allow him to do. and i crave that. i crave that anxiousness of him being inside me. i want to feel him underneath me. holding me close and kissing me and not paying attention to anyone else except for me.
this anxiety will never disappear. i test myself every week, like those required weekly tests on tv that interrupt the one episode of ER that you have been dying to see with the annoying beeping sound. i close my eyes and breathe in and make sure im still alive. to make sure im still sane. to make sure that i can live without him when times get rough.
in this point in my life, im not sure if being without him is healthy for me.