oh how the times have changed
This is definitely worth reblogging.
i reblog this every time
this reminds me of that feeling you get right before the race when its really quiet and all you hear is the boat names being called and its like all your hard work has added up to this one moment and this one race and this 2,000 meters and you know once you go down and you start theres no turning back and no quitting and no giving into the pain you feel because you know every girl in your boat is feeling the exact same way that you are in this moment.
Those moments. Those entire nights. You have her all to yourself. She just lies there watching the movie infront of you. Her arms tucked up infront of her. Her hands nestled beneath her head. You watch how her body moves as she breaths. Your eyes roaming all over her skin. Then you touch her, just resting you upon her hip softly. She jumps a little, turns and smiles at you then returns to the film. You feel warm, a blissful feeling as your fingers trip their way over her skin. She purrs and scrunches her shoulders in quiet contentment sensing the movements without watching. Shuffling backward against you, safe, happy, yours!