Tonight’s just one of those nights where I need this.

I get a kick out of the fact that I’ve basically become synonymous with my love of knives and knifeplay. It’s funny how tumblr kind of finds a niche for people from the aspects of their lives that they emphasize. I’ve found that this site has a way of compartmentalizing aspects of its members. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing. I just find it amusing that, here, the things I’m immediately associated with aren’t necessarily things I would consider to be prominent aspects of myself.

But I’ve no issue with being Knivey Ivy. None at all.

The Knife II by ~ nena-suicide

Hey Ivy,

You may like this.

(submission from montecervesa).

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You may be very right. From this angle, she looks like a lot of fun.

“And she’s got red lipstick and a bright pair of shoes.

And she’s got knee high socks, what to cover a bruise.

She’s got an old death kit she’s been meaning to use.

She’s got blood in her eyes, in her eyes for you.

She’s got blood in her eyes for you.”

adriftatsea:

Rachel Ann Aust. Atlanta. April 2011

© Adrift at Sea

James Deen: The answer to my mother’s insistence that I just find myself a nice Jewish boy.

He always had so much trouble getting her to behave in public. The stiffer the dress code, the more she tried to shake the formality and pull herself into him. She was always so needy, so unseemly. If he didn’t find her so precious, he would probably be a bit more convincing in displaying his disappointment in her. And he would probably be a bit more convincing when he asked her to behave herself.

Eaten alive.

While it’s the only thing going to be sliced away and pulled apart this evening on a physical level, that dress is not the layer being stripped away tonight.

Despite not getting any sleep last night, I decided to go for a jog this evening rather than just take a nap or get a really early night. There has been some stuff on my mind lately and I decided to pull on some sneakers to just clear my head for a while.

I mentioned earlier today that I missed the rain. It was as if Mother Nature reads my tumblr, because somewhere into the run I started to feel some drops on my shoulders. I kept going until I saw some lightning fill the sky for a moment and decided it would be in my best interest to turn back.

As I started to run back towards home, it started pouring. Buckets. Everywhere. So hard I could barely keep my eyes open as it pooled on my cheekbones and stuck to my lashes. So clean and so pungent at the same time. Rain just has the strangest smell.

I picked up speed as I got into town and saw people scrambling from storefronts to their cars. A couple crowded under a small umbrella, a child practically diving into the backseat of a sedan, a woman covering her head with a pizza box. Some men sitting at a table under the overhang at a bar chuckled as I passed with my goosebump-covered skin and my ponytail stuck to the side of my neck.

When I got inside, I practically had to wring myself out. I peeled off my tank top and sports bra and squeezed the wetness from my hair. I took a few deep breaths, evening myself out after having rushed home.

And, finally, I felt completely awake.

(100/365) (von annak.williams)

In which habits are examined.

During a conversation in which a good friend shared with me the status of his love life. And I, of course, reacted most maturely.

Him: I mean, stuff with (redacted) has been moving kind of slowly. But I’m seeing her tomorrow night, so it should be all good.
Me: (makes obscene gesture) Oh yeah?
Him: Yep.
Me: (noticing he has looked away) I like how you know not to look at me when we talk like this.
Him: You know what? I didn’t even realize I had. It’s practically subconscious at this point.