Someone in my program told me I look like her today. I don’t necessarily agree, but dayum I’ll take it.
cute
I miss the summer, when he’d take me to the park sometimes and we’d find somewhere grassy and still and quiet. I miss closing my eyes and smelling just how green the grass was, being teased about my dirty feet. I miss how -when at the slightest suggestion that someone was coming I would bolt up and tug my skirt down – he told me that even if I was a little bit of a scaredy-cat, I was still a little floozy.
One month one month one month from todayyyy.
This reminds me of someone else who is sweet and little and blushy.
I’ve been trying to come up with a cuter and flirtier way to put this every time I scroll past it in my drafts.
But yeah.
I wish I could follow up on the offers I make.
But a few hits in, I’m just a whining mess of, “ow, nope, nope, nope.”
I’m kind of a wuss.
“Don’t ask *who* she is, Daddy, that’s not the question. Just tell me if you want to fuck her.”
Well now, this caption.
This is kind of what the squirmies look like.
I don’t think I tease Daddy quite as much as I should.
Maybe I should remedy that.
I like getting used in the afternoon.
With the pretty sun shining in
and the mood easy and unassuming.
I feel braver.
Honestly, whiskey tastes like him now.