hands were made for touching

Big beautiful woman. 32. Real, honest and emotional I'm not always an easy person to know but bear with me and I usually proove to be worth the effort.

I love from the heart and with passion. Kinky and learning about polyamory. Grieving the loss of my husband who died suddenly early August 2013. Open minded, caring, loving and determined. I love music, colour and romance. I hate weapons, gossip and judgement. I strongly believe in mercy over justice and value human life above all else.

I love to communicate and share experiences with people. I feel lonely in a room full of people and comfortable with sollitude. When alone I sing to myself :o)

I'm sexy, curvacious, sensual and tactile. It is impossible to touch me too much. I communicate the most intimate and personal part of me through touch, especially kissing.

An NICU nurse of five years. My two favorite things in this world are babies and dogs. I have a nine year old golden retriever called Mylo.

I am self aware and know that I am a long way from perfect. I strive to improve myself and am always willing to be challenged. I am british and love to root for the underdog.

I hope that you are happy :o)
Sara Jackson-Holman

—Cellophane

Wrap my heart in cellophane
Keep it dry when it rains
And maybe that way 
I’ll keep it safe from you

Wrap your heart in cellophane 
Keep it dry when it rains
And maybe that way 
You’ll keep it safe from me

(Source: heyfahy)

Now all you can do is wait. It must be hard for you, but there is a right time for everything. Like the ebb and flow of tides. No one can do anything to change them. When it is time to wait, you must wait.

—Haruki Murakami (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

Age is measured in time. Distance is measured in space. Both are concerned with quantity. Life, on the other hand, is measured in love and it’s meed is quality. For love does not know the boundaries of time or space. It is not limited by the finite, but, instead, transcends the eternal. Life is not about how old your are or how far you’ve gone, but about how well you treated the people around you.

—Jim Wern (via jimwern)

There are times where I look at all I’ve achieved in the past year and I feel so incredibly proud of myself but right now those moments are fleeting. Mostly I feel like a joke. 

I am drowning in the debt of two misspent youths. I have nothing to my name accept an aging pup and my little car. I look at the people around me and feel like a failure. Continuing on after loosing Jase is not strength when I have no choice. There’s two options, carry on or…..?

I never made any secret of the fact that I have no desire to be independent. I wouldn’t have been party to half the choices we made as a couple if I’d thought for one second that I’d be facing the consequences alone. I miss companionship. I miss coming home to someone everyday. I miss having someone at my side, facing whatever life throws at us together. I have friends that talk like I’m living the dream but right now, I don’t see it. I feel like everyday more and more of my principles get abandoned.

I go anywhere near East 16th where we were living last summer and I feel ready to throw up. My heart races and I can’t catch my breath. Time is dragging me back to the anniversary of my worst nightmare. What I came home to that day was a horror show that I do not want to remember. 

Whilst back in the UK after his death I was judged by his family, made to feel like a whore and a drug fiend. A silly, reckless and irresponsible girl whose husband now faced the ultimate consequence of our bad choices. 

Time will pass fading the memories with it. The wounds will continue to heal as I move forward. I have plenty to be thankful for I’m just not sure what I offer to anyone around me right now. Ugh…fuck you August, I am not ready for you. 

Bastille

—Flaws (Acoustic)

dancertracks:

When all of your flaws and all of my flaws
Are laid out one by one
A wonderful part of the mess that we made
We pick ourselves undone

You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve
And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground
Dig them up. Let’s finish what we’ve started
Dig them up. So nothing’s left unturned

(via creatingaquietmind)