Hibuddypancakes
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We wake up in the
morning face-to-face. Well, I wake up. You’re asleep.
Your eyes are closed. For a minute I just look at you.
I start at your hairline. Your sleep-rumpled mane. My gaze sweeps down
to your forehead, your temples, your ears. Your adorable ears.
I reach one hand up and delicately run one finger over your ear.
I look down to your nose. Your cute little nose. The curve above your lip, down to your top lip. The soft parting of them where your breath comes out. Your lower lip. Your chin. Your jawline. I love all of it.
I want to soak all of you up with my eyes. I want to remember everything.
I want to take a picture with my mind.
Just let me have this. Let me have you.
Outside, the sounds of the city streets echo. I can hear cars, the murmurs of people talking, our neighbors turning on their shower.
I can hear the world beginning to turn. It’s early.
The sun is soft yellow and filtered by gray.
I can hear a light breeze, a distant alarm clock, a ruffle as you shift your legs in your sleep — closer to mine, wrapping our ankles together.
I look at your neck, your shoulders, your arms. I take you in.
I take a deep breath and I smell you.
You always tell me you smell like nothing in particular,
but you’re wrong. You smell like you.
You smell like you in the morning — warm and cozy and like love.
This is my favorite time. I mean, don’t get me wrong.
I love when we’re awake together, obviously.
I love when we make breakfast or, more realistically, go grab bagels down the street. I love when we take walks and go to parties.
I love everything about being awake together.
But this, right now, when we’re cuddled together,
under the covers, me half-asleep and you fully-asleep,
is the time I love most.
When you wake up, who knows what will happen?
When you wake up, the spell is broken.
When you wake up, anything could happen.
Or nothing could happen. I could lose you.
Or we could fall more in love. But it’s a risk.
It’s always a risk. And now, in this little minute before we wake up,
before our day begins, it’s quiet. It’s simple. It’s nice.
Just let me have this.
Let me have looking at your face uninterrupted.
Let me have running my hands through the hair on the side of your head.
Let me have listening to your breathing.
Let me have feeling your warmth from your chest and arms.
Let me have you. Let me have this.
That’s the thought I have as I watch you sleep:
Let me have this. Just let me have this.
Then, you open your eyes.
Your eyes are closed. For a minute I just look at you.
I start at your hairline. Your sleep-rumpled mane. My gaze sweeps down
to your forehead, your temples, your ears. Your adorable ears.
I reach one hand up and delicately run one finger over your ear.
I look down to your nose. Your cute little nose. The curve above your lip, down to your top lip. The soft parting of them where your breath comes out. Your lower lip. Your chin. Your jawline. I love all of it.
I want to soak all of you up with my eyes. I want to remember everything.
I want to take a picture with my mind.
Just let me have this. Let me have you.
Outside, the sounds of the city streets echo. I can hear cars, the murmurs of people talking, our neighbors turning on their shower.
I can hear the world beginning to turn. It’s early.
The sun is soft yellow and filtered by gray.
I can hear a light breeze, a distant alarm clock, a ruffle as you shift your legs in your sleep — closer to mine, wrapping our ankles together.
I look at your neck, your shoulders, your arms. I take you in.
I take a deep breath and I smell you.
You always tell me you smell like nothing in particular,
but you’re wrong. You smell like you.
You smell like you in the morning — warm and cozy and like love.
This is my favorite time. I mean, don’t get me wrong.
I love when we’re awake together, obviously.
I love when we make breakfast or, more realistically, go grab bagels down the street. I love when we take walks and go to parties.
I love everything about being awake together.
But this, right now, when we’re cuddled together,
under the covers, me half-asleep and you fully-asleep,
is the time I love most.
When you wake up, who knows what will happen?
When you wake up, the spell is broken.
When you wake up, anything could happen.
Or nothing could happen. I could lose you.
Or we could fall more in love. But it’s a risk.
It’s always a risk. And now, in this little minute before we wake up,
before our day begins, it’s quiet. It’s simple. It’s nice.
Just let me have this.
Let me have looking at your face uninterrupted.
Let me have running my hands through the hair on the side of your head.
Let me have listening to your breathing.
Let me have feeling your warmth from your chest and arms.
Let me have you. Let me have this.
That’s the thought I have as I watch you sleep:
Let me have this. Just let me have this.
Then, you open your eyes.
You seem so happy without me,
I thought you'd miss me ------
AT LEAST A TINY BIT BUT CLEARLY I WAS WRONG. YOU'RE UNAFFECTED
and I'm hurting. How is this fair when I've done nothing but
stuck through everything you did? Why does my heart
do this to me? [ why can't i just get over it & be happy? ]
w h y d o i h a v e t o d r a g t h r o u g h t h i s ?
i
thought you were the most beautiful creature, the way you smiled
like you knew all my terrible secrets and the
way you touched my hand anyway, like it was perfectly
okay not to be perfect.
and then you got even more beautiful when you laid down on my bed for the first time and i saw you in a new way with your hip bones pointing toward the ceiling i had stared at so many nights when i couldn't sleep, and the curve of your back tickling the bed sheets i had lain in night after night fearing they would never be touched by another body, and you were surrounded by so much of me.
you smelled my pillow and looked at the pictures on my wall and you smiled because you knew all my terrible secrets and you stayed anyway.
and then you got even more beautiful when you laid down on my bed for the first time and i saw you in a new way with your hip bones pointing toward the ceiling i had stared at so many nights when i couldn't sleep, and the curve of your back tickling the bed sheets i had lain in night after night fearing they would never be touched by another body, and you were surrounded by so much of me.
you smelled my pillow and looked at the pictures on my wall and you smiled because you knew all my terrible secrets and you stayed anyway.
...And then Satan
said,
"Put the alphabet in math."
"Put the alphabet in math."
I notice everything
And by everything, I literally mean
everything.
I notice when someone stops hitting me up
like they used to.
I notice when the way someone talks to me
starts changing.
I notice the little things that people do,
and the little things they used to do.
I notice when things change,
and when it’s no longer the same.
I notice every single little detail;
I just don’t say
anything.
Yahoo! Answers
Resolved Question
Resolved Question
How do I unbake a cake?
Best Answer:
You can't. Once the ingredients are mixed up and baked,
it's permanent.
Other Answer:
Put it back in the oven, set it to the negative of whatever temp
you baked it at, such as -325 degrees, and leave it in for the
same amount of time you baked it for. It has to be exact! If you
unbake it too much the flour will turn to wheat and the eggs will
turn into a chicken. Don't ask me how.
