Spirit animal(s).
Brigitte Bardot and a deer
Hahah, it’s fine. I know you’re not condoning the creepy.
The current state of my askbox/submissions.
“You’re not serious, you’re fussy. You’re a silly little thing and you know it.”
Me: Anything that affords an exposé into the Ivy League is always massively successful.
My friend: Like what?
Me: …can’t think of anything off the top of my head.
Punishing Ashley Katchadourian for not watching the bathroom door 😉
Oh my god, you are not a real person. This has gone too far.
You’re Cuba Gooding Jr., disappointing everybody.
It’s been a while since I’ve been tied up face-down on a certain someone’s rug.
It’s not that Pretty’s bored, sweetness. It’s just that she’s a very busy girl.
But, don’t worry. She appreciates what a good boy you’ve been.
And, maybe, if you keep it up, she’ll acknowledge you.
“My heart wants roots. My mind wants wings. I cannot bear their bickerings.”
– E. Y. Harburg
Since I’ve been brave lately.
This is my tail, gifted by Craftsmate.
It’s fake fur, attaches to the handle of my butt plug and makes me blush like no other.
Meow.