Pretty sure Ariana Grande is the patron saint of the kitty little.
Month: December 2014
Where do you see yourself in 5 years time?
Standardakachan-yurei-deactivated201508:
On my knees with dick in my mouth.
Out with the lovely Star having drinks and discussing poly problems and plans for tying me up on New Year’s. Be jealous.
2015 goals:
- take more selfies
- dress up more
- be more optimistic
- do more art, improve, improve, improve
- take no shit
- love myself more
- love myself more
I spent most of yesterday collared and plugged.
It was a good day.
“And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good,” – John Steinbeck, East of Eden.
Sir got a Christmas card with little peel-off window decals on it but he thought they were “gummy candy,” so he started trying to eat them. And he’s like chewing them and he’s like, “these don’t taste like anything,” and I’m like, “babe I don’t think that’s edible.” And he spits it out and reads the back of the card and is now sitting around and pouting because he wanted candy I guess and is like, “I don’t like this card anymore, I’m throwing this out.” So uh I don’t even know who the little in this relationship is anymore.
Why I Fail At Flirting
ChatMe: Daddy, you look handsome with your shirt off.
Sir: Do I, baby?
Me: I’m not a baby anymore.
Me: *burps*
Wet hair.