I like when harsh and soft elements like this come together. Somehow they make each other just a little bit more, if that makes any sense.
I’m sitting on my couch watching Family Feud with my grandmother and the question is, “things you’d bring with you if you’re going to elope” and my grandmother, without missing a beat, blurts out, “my diaphragm.”
You go, grams.
Umm. I think I just learned my new strategy for when I want to try to be in charge. Don’t tell Sir.
One of the first gifts Sir bought me was a pair of footie pajamas.
Sometimes, I joke about “slipping into something more comfortable” and put them on. And he’s all, “pshhhhh, come on, you can’t fuck somebody in footie pajamas.”
WELL LOOKIE HERE.
I finished up with my first year of my Master’s program yesterday, threw a party and am now on my way to see my family and Sir for a few weeks.
(Porn to return soon.)
the year is 2014 AD. the human race has existed for over 200,000 years. men still think women pee out of the vagina.
Seriously, it’s the perfect date.
Lies. It’s pouring rain and I’ve got tons of shit to do today.
Is it the weekend yet?
Hi somebody get me this, thanks.
Liking it best like this makes me a filthy girl by default, he says.