Me: So, I realized like 99% of the works I make are about sex.
Him: Then make the next one not about sex.
Me: But why?
Him: To make you versatile.
Me: Heyyy. I am versatile.
Him: Yeah, yeah, I know. You take it in all three holes.
Month: November 2011
So, yeah, I have a crush on Allison Harvard. Partially because I love people unabashedly admitting to their own quirks (be they enjoying the sight of a good nosebleed or whatever else) and partially because she’s just plain gorgeous. I could handle less pictures of her where she’s infantilized, though.
And I want that dress. Please and thank you.
Lately, I’ve been having nightmares about being discovered. They feel incredibly real. I wake up feeling unsettled and anxious. This doesn’t bode well.
“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.” – Zelda Fitzgerald.
I love when I see clothing on tumblr that resembles clothing I own. And I love when seeing things like this give me wicked ideas about those articles of clothing.
Sometimes, it’s really hard to remember. Sometimes I forget what I really deserve, sometimes I forget that I’m actually worthy of what I deserve. Lately, I’ve tried to set standards and remind myself what I feel I am deserving of. But, sometimes I regress. I guess it’s only natural.
Until my sleeping patterns figure themselves out, here’s a gorgeous girl in a tank top giving a drowsy eyefuck. Somehow, it’s appropriate.
Please reblog this and help find this woman and get her home safely ♥
You never know what might help.
God, protect her and bring her home safe.
I’m not sorry it’s not porn. And I know it may do nothing, but it may also do something. And I’m willing to take that chance.
You all are literally the sweetest people ever.
Basically.
But that doesn’t mean I like handing control over to everyone. I am in no way chewing one of my followers out when I say that a comment made on a post I made about being sassy to someone who doesn’t own me got me thinking. Paraphrasing, the follower said that he was grateful that ballgags were around to put bratty subs like me in their place.
This was in reference to a person in my frat, who had told me that liked to dominate women, and who I decided to be a little mean to. Once again, I was not terribly offended by what the follower said, and I got the joke. But, it reminded me that I’m not submissive to everyone. And thank God.
There are people with terribly submissive personalities. I don’t think I’m one of these people. I consider myself driven. I believe that I am intelligent. So, no, when some guy makes a cheesy comment to me, I have a right to be sassy and not just melt into the kid’s arms at the first mention of interest. And I exercise it.
I’m not owned by everyone. I’m not submissive to everyone. That’s what makes the experience of someone being able to consensually tackle my strength and control me so powerful.
Yes. YES! Ivy, you’ve said it perfectly.
Ivy wins the internet. FOREVER.