|A glamour gal who wants to talk about cute clothes, comics & butts. ☆|
Glass JarI never got the impression that my mother wanted to do anything more than paint.Glass Jar by Kaiboy-lollipop
Even as a small child I can still remember waking up in the early hours of the morning, hair a tangled mess, tied back out of my face in a tight pony tail. I would wander into the kitchen my round eyes taking in everything around me. My mother some mornings would be sitting at the kitchen counter only dressed in a white lace bra, her nipples poking out the front, and a nice pair of cotton underwear. Her hair, a deep shade of amber brown would fall heavily over her skinny body, shielding her eyes which always seemed to be staring at nothing or something I couldnt see. A steaming mug of tea in her delicate paint caked hands. And a blank canvas in front of her, tubes of paints and brushes sprawled out all over the room. Sometimes I would whisper her name, her stillness making me nervous. At first she wouldnt hear me, and if she did, she ignored me, but after the second or third time of calling her
When I was growing up, almondWhen I was growing up I lived near a park. The park was exactly three block away from my house. I counted each and every time. For the security of things staying the same, and the hope that everything could and always would be perfect.When I was growing up, almond by Kaiboy-lollipop
Every Sunday morning, after eating fluffy white pancakes smothered in butter, maple syrup or raspberry yogurt, my mother would wrap me up in her warm, tight, vanilla filled hug, lift me into the sky and ask in her soft voice, as sweet and smooth as fairies. Do you want go where smiles are born, and dance with the angels while they protect peoples dreams?
I would always smile and except her invitation, often wiping yogurt from my lips and chin. I never declined.
Smiling and twirling herself around, me still in her arms, laughing; I would watch her long amber curls fall delicately over her face, making her crystal blue eyes seem like diamonds through her long eye lashes. Her smooth, porcelain, snow white skin would glow as she kissed me on the