In my case, I think I’m following the butterflies. Both monarchs and swallowtails blaze a trail, with their orange and yellow coloring, paired with sleek and fashionable basic black. Thanks for giving the jangle in my gut a name much more pleasant than indigestion. I shall now call it, “Butterhighs”. 🙂

splintersandmilkshakes:

butterflies flurry

tickling my stomach walls

when our love takes wing

splintersandmilkshakes:

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Hope that doesn’t mean I’m predictable…just observant…and glad I didn’t disappoint. 🙂 I’ve had butterflies in my stomach lately. Not from love, but excitement and nerves. Similar feeling. Without the kisses.

No, not predictable at all.  Being observant is great.  You don’t miss a thing!  Butterflies in the stomach for any reason is one of life’s little joys.  Don’t let them get away!  🙂

So, being new here and all, how does it work if you submit a piece for an anon challenge, following the rules and staying anonymous? Can you then, if you so choose, post the piece you submitted and put your name on it, or is that considered Bad Form, In Poor Taste, and Not The Point Of It At All? Yes, I’ve spent my life minding my manners and my P’s and Q’s, whatever they hell THAT means. Maybe etiquette is Out The Window here. Wow. That sort of blows my mind. In a good way. ~ Just Wondering Out Loud Because I’m Curious Like That

I read my Tumblr dashboard from the moment I awake. Let the rest of the world begin their day with the newspaper. I’d rather start my day with you. I end it here too. I’m Officially Hooked. Thanks to You Know Who. Not that I needed another internet addiction. I’ve simply traded once site, for another. The reality of Facebook for the fantasy of Tumblr, where life is shared in poetry and prose instead of breaking news status updates. Same difference. This is a pretty awesome hang out spot. Think I’ll stay awhile. ~ Janean

thevagabondking:

love is similar
to the surf
of an ocean,
sometimes calm
and boring, sometimes
dangerous

the possibilities 
of drowning
are always there

but if you go
with the flow,
this thin line
of love will be towed.

even if it pulls
me under, this
is where i choose
to be, in love
or dead at sea