Disclaimer: not all posts here are mine unless stated.
Disclaimer: not all posts here are mine unless stated.
Once upon a time a woman never got married, but had many fulfilling relationships, a job that kept her comfortable, an apartment that she got to decorate just for her, and hobbies that stimulated her mind.
The End.
As the dim, deep sea lightens, her transformation begins. Her scales, once gleaming, turn to brittle scabs, flaking away, sloughed off like dead skin. This newly exposed flesh rips raggedly into two hunks of meat, flayed-raw and sweating blood. Soon, the shredded edges seam together. Her new legs swell with health, plump and smooth and hers. She shakily stands on jelly-limp limbs, squeezing shells with her toes, her feet slipping low in the silt. Her knees knock together and her muscles buckle. She falls to sit in the surf. In the wake of the waves, froth bubbles between her toes. Tenderly, she counts them like rosary beads. Her ever-pruny fingers stroke curious stripes down one calf and over the bulge of an anklebone. Sand scrapes against her voice-bought thighs. She grins and squints at the sun baking her skin dry. “On land at last,” she thinks contentedly. “On land and to be loved.” (x)
(via lymeriant)
urban dictionary is like the sexually experienced older sister I never had who I can ask what slang means without my parents knowing I asked
(via destroyedsouls)
