flower – Ivy

Guys. I’m bursting at the seams.

I don’t want to be a show-off or ridiculous or stress out my friends applying to grad schools, so I’m keeping it quiet around Ivy University.

But I’ll say it here:

I got into my top grad school.

So, the adventure continues. I’m going to a strange, new place, in a part of the country where I have never been, where I know virtually no one for two years. I’m still in shock and I still cannot believe the exciting direction my life has suddenly taken.

Thank you for your support, your kind asks while I was all stressed out and for being (without consenting – oops) the ear that I can shout this good news into.

<3, Ivy

Kitty thought she was doing so well.

But she’d completely forgotten

No pets on the furniture.

“When you find out who you are, you will no longer be innocent. That will be sad for others to see. All that knowledge will show on your face and change it. But sad only for others, not for yourself. You will feel you have a kind of wisdom, very mistaken, but a mistake of some power to you and so you will sadly treasure it and grow it,“ – Lorrie Moore, A Gate at the Stairs.

I think I’d like to take a bath in front of someone one day. I’ve taken showers with people before, but never baths.

But the thing is here that I don’t want to take it so much with you as I do in front of you. I want to be watched, scrutinized. I don’t want to be helped, just sort of monitored.

It’s a barely sexual thing, really. If you touch yourself or shove your cock down my throat, you’ll honestly ruin it. Same with grabbing my hair and riding my face, if you’re of that gender. It’s an appeal to the vague little girly leanings I have sometimes. Maybe.

But I just want you to watch and exercise some restraint. I just want to feel like I’m under glass sometimes. And there’s always time for that other stuff later.

I miss the rain.

bosom:

Sydonie