I have this fairly interesting complex in terms of considering myself mature. I go through phases where I think I’m very mature, but in retrospect I realize I may have been acting very childish and as more of a caricature of maturity. Then I start thinking myself immature, until someone points out my maturity. It goes back and forth.
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Well, followers, I’ve flown the coop and left the country.
Not to worry. I’m just here for my summer internship and I am not totally sure how reliable the Internet will be (if I get any). But, I made sure to stock my queue, so it’ll almost be like I’ve never gone.
<3, Ivy
I just don’t even know what to say besides the fact that I absolutely want to belong to her.
Sometimes, I want to find myself a sweet girl with a few vague, confusing fantasies and completely turn her world upside down.
Reason #4056 why I’m running away to join the circus.
“What’s your name dear?”
“Verity, Sir.”
“Lovely. And can we have another volunteer from the audience to come into the ring and fuck the lovely Verity?”