So Pup and his coworkers had really fancy scotch tonight after a particularly amazing win.
Which means he came home with his breath smelling like expensive scotch.
Which means I’ve been all up on him like this for the last few hours because major grown-up vibes like that make my little heart sing.
Some midnight kisses for you. <3
Femme deer centaurs basically encapsulates my entire aesthetic.
I can’t fall asleep for the life of me and Pup is totally out. So it’s just me and his dog lying awake like quiet night buddies because for some reason he’s up, too.
So, you know, if they aren’t totally out of style, send me asks or something.
“My heart is drenched in wine,
but you’ll be on my mind.”
Suehiro Maruo
Apollonia Saintclair 572 – 20150427 Les divertissements de Madame et de Monsieur sont avancés (Weapons of class distraction)
A piece from a bigger upcoming publishing commission
thinkivykink this is definitely Craftsmate’s style.
Ha. That’s him, all right.
Hi tumblr.
This is your hostess apologizing for being pretty quiet for the past while. I know I’m behind on 365 photos. I know I’m behind on updating you all about my life.
Facts are, my life has been the most hectic it has ever been, for good and bad reasons. I finished up my Master’s, I have a job in the city where I completed it that I’ll be beginning soon after I return from this trip to be with Sir. Things are crazy and exciting. I’m starting to get situated in my field, and so tumblr has fallen a bit by the wayside.
However, this inactivity has also been for some crummy reasons. Basically, I’ve been putting off writing about two things that are kind of sucky. The first is the relationship Pup and I had with Saltine. The second is a rather rough spot, kind of an ultimate low, with Sir. Both have resolved themselves in different ways: Pup and I are no longer seeing Saltine, Sir and I kind of had to hit rock bottom to rebuild back to what we had.
Neither of these are particularly appealing to write about. The first feels so strange in the sense that I know this thing is over, and it colors all the stories I have to tell you. The second is buried beneath a lot of shame: I hate to admit where I’ve messed up, I hate to portray my relationship with Sir in a negative light.
So bear with me, tumblr. The stories are coming. They’re just going to take a lot out of me.
<3,
Ivy
Current status.
Sir’s Valentine’s Day present to me was pizza-related because duh.
