Having an odd case of lambing season fever… I miss the late night checks, the adrenaline of seeing babies hit the ground, the rush when you have to save a lamb, and most of all when all the hard work is done the sight of ewes and their lambs frolicking in the pasture.
I just want to feel your touch. I want to feel your strong arms wrapped around me. I want to bury my head into your shoulder and inhale that sweet smell of you. I want to sit in awe as you tell me stories about your life. I want to hear you tell me I’m beautiful and tell me you love me but then start blushing because I pretend I didn’t hear it. I want to taste the sweet kiss on your lips. I want to get lost looking into your gorgeous eyes. I want to lay in bed while you stay up and show me dumb YouTube videos. I want to get in a tickle war even though I know you aren’t ticklish, but its OK because it just turns into a cute moment. I want to lay next to you in bed and just look into your eyes and know everything is alright. I want to wake up in the morning and see your handsome face smiling at me as you watched me sleep. I want to fight all night with you over the covers and in the end get as close to you as possible because I know I can’t win. I wish these things could happen. I dream of these things late at night when you won’t talk to me. I pretend everything is okay and I put a smile on my face when you see me, but I wonder if we will ever be anything but a memory. I wonder if I’ll ever get the chance to say “Yeah I’m dating him and he is pretty awesome.”
The dilemma of I want my window open but I also want to dance embarrassingly around my room…why must people be able to see into my room.
Gordon Ramsay is my favorite.
i just want to hug all of them
Fun story. I cooked for this dude, once. I did my kitchen apprenticeship at the family-style restaurant of one of New Zealand’s premiere chefs, and he knew Ramsay really well. He was in New Zealand for a few weeks, and Martin brought him by the restaurant to check it out. It was right on the beach, fucking gorgeous. I was the only one there (apprentice = bitch work = 4am starting shifts), and they asked me to whip up some breakfast for them. It was SUPER simple, fried fish, eggs cooked in bread, sausages. He was incredibly gracious and kind, asked me to join them (I couldn’t, too much work to do, so they sat at the kitchen window so they could talk to me), and was super interested in hearing about my english grandma, who had taught me how to cook. I won’t hear a single bad word against this man, for all of his kitchen hysterics, he treated me like an equal.gordon ramsay fandom
If you’re not in the Gordon Ramsay fandom you’re wrong.
I have so much love for everything about this including you guys thank you