Anonymous asked:

What's your Sir's most annoying habit?

'insert quirky title here' Answer:

submissivelyspeaking:

He doesn’t fall apart like me when we have to be away from each other for long periods of time. He’s much more secure in everything than I am. Sometimes I just want Him to fall apart a little so I don’t feel like I’m crazy for how hard it is for me. (Someone’s got to be in control though and I’m sure glad it’s not me.)

This. So much this..

imakitten2 asked:

I hope you don't think I'm stupid for asking, but if the highs and lows are so drastic with subdrop why put yourself through that?

'insert quirky title here' Answer:

submissivelyspeaking:

That’s not a stupid question. It’s just part of this world. You wouldn’t turn down a beautiful physical experience with someone because you might miss it afterward.

myredbike:

When she’s away
I think about her every minute of every waking hour. I have no proof but I’m convinced I also do so in my sleep.
I miss the sound of her voice. I try to replay something she said in my head. It never quite works because my mind can’t recreate the warmth behind her words.
I can’t stop thinking about the last time she smiled at me. The way her face lit up and changed my mood from one second to the next.
I feel like I’m not myself. I can’t concentrate. I can’t focus. Her absence reduces me to a sentimental fool. I’m useless.
I think about the moment of her return. I count down the days hoping it might speed up time. It doesn’t. It seems to make it go even slower.
I curse myself for not telling her more how much I would miss her. That I wished she wouldn’t have gone. That I can’t wait to see her again.
When she’s not here I’m not quite complete. And so I have to wait for her to come back and fix me. She’s good at that because she does it a lot. She will do it again soon!
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myredbike:

When she’s away

I think about her every minute of every waking hour. I have no proof but I’m convinced I also do so in my sleep.

I miss the sound of her voice. I try to replay something she said in my head. It never quite works because my mind can’t recreate the warmth behind her words.

I can’t stop thinking about the last time she smiled at me. The way her face lit up and changed my mood from one second to the next.

I feel like I’m not myself. I can’t concentrate. I can’t focus. Her absence reduces me to a sentimental fool. I’m useless.

I think about the moment of her return. I count down the days hoping it might speed up time. It doesn’t. It seems to make it go even slower.

I curse myself for not telling her more how much I would miss her. That I wished she wouldn’t have gone. That I can’t wait to see her again.

When she’s not here I’m not quite complete. And so I have to wait for her to come back and fix me. She’s good at that because she does it a lot. She will do it again soon!

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(Source: summersophie, via submissivelyspeaking)