Squally Bobcat

Hi. I'm Danielle (you can call me Danni if you want). 18. In uni. Got a goregous guy in my life who makes my life perfect. <3 I Love MY BOYFRIEND, MY FRIENDS, Music, Art, Photograhpy, Tattoos, Piercings, Stories, Truthful people, Boys who aren't arrogant jerks, Girls who aren't pretentious bitches and Singing. I Hate Homophobia, People who think they're better than everyone else, Bullies, Jerks, Bitches and Gossips.

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May282012

May272012

drinkyourc:

You ever look at your fingertips through a magnifying glass? Those little friction ridges. Unless you work with hands, you tend to take them for granted, don’t you? Most people do. At a certain point during the course of an evening, though, if it’s done just right, if you’re dangled over the edge of getting what you want for long enough, if you’re made to wait, the slightest touch will vibrate against your skin. You’ll feel each and every ridge as it finally flicks past your skin. You’ll feel it reverberating in your head, louder and louder the more slowly you’re teased. Like a deck of cards being riffled. Like that helicopter sound at the top of “Cochise.” Like your zipper being undone. Slow. Ly. Tooth. By. Tooth.
But then there’ll be each and every finger knuckle. Every individual taste bud that slides delicately over your skin. Every interval and the concurrent brief, devastating feeling of loss between each individual thrust. So many little tactile sensations. So many details to remember… what an unenviable amount of homework.

You ever look at your fingertips through a magnifying glass? Those little friction ridges. Unless you work with hands, you tend to take them for granted, don’t you? Most people do. At a certain point during the course of an evening, though, if it’s done just right, if you’re dangled over the edge of getting what you want for long enough, if you’re made to wait, the slightest touch will vibrate against your skin. You’ll feel each and every ridge as it finally flicks past your skin. You’ll feel it reverberating in your head, louder and louder the more slowly you’re teased. Like a deck of cards being riffled. Like that helicopter sound at the top of “Cochise.” Like your zipper being undone. Slow. Ly. Tooth. By. Tooth.

But then there’ll be each and every finger knuckle. Every individual taste bud that slides delicately over your skin. Every interval and the concurrent brief, devastating feeling of loss between each individual thrust. So many little tactile sensations. So many details to remember… what an unenviable amount of homework.

(Source: spidersexx)

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