“A world without clocks and cell phones.”
That feeling.
The marks might last a day or two – mementos to their togetherness in a world of his crafted making. A world without clocks and cell phones, only trust, hope, fear, love. The things that remain when everything else is torn away.
She cherished her marks as reminders of what was real.
ALL OF THE SLUDS AND HOARS ON THIS TUMBLRS MAKING ME SAD FOR EMERICAS YOUTH.
WHY YOU SO SLUDDY AND HOARY?
PUT ON MORE CLOSE! STOP PLAYING WITH YOUR TIDDIES AND PENUSES BEFOAR YOU CATCH A DISESE.
WHAT WOULD PARENS THINK? TEARS! ALL OF TEARS!
FOR ANYTHING YOU DO THE NOOD FOTOS AND NO REASONS!
“I LIKE BAND ONE DIRECTION. LOOK AT MY BUBES.”
“I WATCH BEE BEE SEE MOVIE SHOW SHERLOCK. HEAR IS MY TESSACLES IN DIRTY BEDSROOM.”
GOD CAN SEE YOUR BUBES! HE IS MAD AT THEM! STOP BEING SO NAKID! PUT YOUR GIANT WEENERS AWAY FROM CAMERAS AND GO CHURCH!
“Every man winds up with the horse that suits him.” – Cormac McCarthy, Cities of the Plain.
Oneway ticket to Blush City.
Bonus points: blow out your own candles. Nobody else is going to do it.
Happy birthday, Ivy!
And thank you to my followers for your birthday messages. I believe I’ve gotten back to you all now. <3
I hope your celebration was memorable. You can of course wear your party hat as long as you’d like. 😉
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This came from the always blush-inducing whyexactly.
And I might be blushing like crazy.
Whatever.
“We’re either doing it now in the back or later in front of your friends.”
I pouted. I dragged my feet. I whined softly enough that people wouldn’t hear.
Away from my friends, Craftsmate sat down and patted his lap. I shook my head and tried not to grin when he pulled me over his knee and hiked my dress up.
“You’re going to count, all the way up to twenty-two,” he said and his hand collided with my ass.
I could hear my friends laughing a little ways away and hoped no one would hear the noise and wander inside. I grabbed onto the chair and gasped, attempting to keep my voice low.
“One.”
Damn you, Craftsmate, for making me have to rehang half of my dresses and jackets that morning.
But, okay, yeah.
It was a good morning.
Once upon a time there was a pretty girl who used to send me to work and drive me wild.
I hope you’re well, lovely.
(And check your email already, busy bee!)
Thank you for all the birthday messages and posts. I’ll get back to you soon. I’m currently writing on my phone on my friend’s couch a little hungover while Craftsmate tries to find us a place to have breakfast.
The queue appears to be functioning, so enjoy that? Maybe?