Need a volunteer to kiss my ass and do my chores while I try to finish this stupid degree.
But actually.
butt
Experimenting with my phone’s self-timer and my coffee table.
So this is not the first time I’ve photographed my butt in someone else’s bathroom.
Spent my day in a t-shirt and yoga pants, mostly wallowing, because I’ve unfortunately got the kind of anxiety that doesn’t lend itself to making me industrious and just digs the hole deeper.
On a lighter note, here’s my butt.
In case anyone was curious what this looked like from the back.
Meet Office Butt, related to Office Boobs.
As requested by a very polite anon, here’s my feet in some tights. And my butt.
I had a thousand butt puns I wanted to put on this photo and I think I deserve a medal for restraining myself.
Old Ironsides needs a new name.
Here it is, tumblr. The last photo from our special overnight get-away together. It’s a mutual favorite and I’ve been holding onto it for that reason.
It’s hard to post this because I feel a little like I’m letting go of something. It’s hard to explain.
But instead of mourning it, I’m going to remember how I felt when this photo was taken, having sex with him while facing out a window overlooking the city where we fell in love.