I'm sure most of you will find this pointless.
It occurs to me, as my boyfriend lays on the floor, soaking his infected arm that has gone manky since he took the piercing out, that he is probably the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen.
I know he doesn't seem to think that people agree, but frankly I do not give a flange. So what if I am the only one who sees he's beautiful. More fool them, I'm the lucky one.
I showed him a picture yesterday, which he is in with a couple of the other boys, and Martinus Maximus, and it was one of the most fabulous pictures I have ever seen of him. He looked so happy, and comfortable, but still that was not right. I got 'delete it now.' I wish I could make him see.
And now I go, forsooth I have not gone to the Victory Records tour after all, and so every moment I spend on here I am not looking at my lovely manthings face.
I know he doesn't seem to think that people agree, but frankly I do not give a flange. So what if I am the only one who sees he's beautiful. More fool them, I'm the lucky one.
I showed him a picture yesterday, which he is in with a couple of the other boys, and Martinus Maximus, and it was one of the most fabulous pictures I have ever seen of him. He looked so happy, and comfortable, but still that was not right. I got 'delete it now.' I wish I could make him see.
And now I go, forsooth I have not gone to the Victory Records tour after all, and so every moment I spend on here I am not looking at my lovely manthings face.