“She understood that her heart operated on its own instructions, that she had no control over it or, indeed, anything else.” – Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex.
Month: September 2011
Her legs remind me of my legs a little, both in length and shape. I so rarely see short legs on tumblr that I’m honestly delighted enough to forgive that she appears to be wearing sunglasses indoors.
Hm. I’m feeling crafty.
One’s learning patience, that’s for sure. I’m not quite sure what the other one’s learning, but she appears to be behind the curve.
Dear Riley Shy,
I am developing a crush on you.
You make this face a lot. It makes me wet. You’ve also got this little hint of a Southern twang going on. This also makes me wet.
I just thought I’d let you know.
Best,
Ivy
Oh, I wish.
“Do you hear them all talking about you, Piglet?”
Yes, Daddy.
“Do you like it?”
No, Daddy.
“Really? That’s not what your wet little panties say.”
One of my exes likes to inform me of how well his current relationship is going. Which is, okay, great for him. Congratulations. That’s wonderful.
We’re good enough friends that I guess it’s okay for him to tell me stuff. I care about him and I love him very dearly on another level than what was sort of previously appropriate. So, fine, he’s entitled.
But I’m really never totally sure how to respond. What the heck is the appropriate thing to say to someone in this sort of situation?
Um, Dacry?
Biting my jawbone is an instant melt for me. Just a nibble goes a long way.