Oh, hi, new best friend.
Month: December 2011
Perfection.
Sometimes, I get completely absorbed in it. I set ridiculous standards for myself academically, personally, physically. I’ve been doing it since I was a kid.
To some degree, it’s really helped me along with my life thus far. It’s put me ahead, it’s kept me up to a certain standard in a variety of aspects of my life. But, sometimes, I just get way too fixated with it.
Lately, I’ve been trying to be more lenient with myself. We’ll see.
Truth.
I don’t care how impractical it is.
I want this bodysuit and I want to wear it everywhere.
Thank you all for the messages and notes for my birthday. You’re all very, very sweet.
<3,
Ivy
happy Birthday Ivy!
Since it’s my birthday and I get whatever I want because I’m the birthday bitch, I want this.
Kay?
Best. Present. Ever.
Guess what day it is?
I’m 21!
(Could I please celebrate it with Sasha? She definitely knows how to party.)
Yes, please. Kinkycasey knows what’s good.
“Daddy, can we have a night time ritual..?”
“You mean like you cuffed and sleeping in a ball at my feet?”
(via fbnudes)
“So, I really want to come see you.”
I got this text the other day, a few days into my winter break, from the Southern Gentleman.
It’s not the normal thing you see him texting ever. His texts are usually pertaining to a) sex, b) Kanye West and c) politics.
But this was just the sweetest thing. I don’t know. I just found it really sweet.
Sometimes I worry there’s nothing there beyond the physical. And sometimes I realize there’s something genuine there.
I don’t know. I just needed to see that.