For the flirtastic, babealicious Southern Belle in my inbox:
You’re doing fabulous work at redeeming your side of the Mason-Dixon.
<3, Ivy
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It happens when I’m in a store and I see a certain kind of dress or a pair of socks with bows on it. It’s this pause, this momentary catch in my throat.
Some of the stuff I ordered got hereeeee.
My gosh, I am an overexcited child.
But, whatever, I have new pretties.
It’s going to take a lot more to get me to hold still for much longer, Daddy.
She never, ever gives you that look when she actually wants to win.
What I could’ve done in the past two hours: Written a good chunk of a paper.
What I did instead: Looked at pretty bras and panties on the Internet. And maybe made a purchase or two.
“Speak every time you stand so that you do not forget yourself.
Never let a moment go by you that doesn’t remind you that your heart beats 900 times a day.
That there are enough gallons of blood to make you an ocean.
Do not settle for letting these waves settle and for the dust to collect in your veins."
– Anis Mojgani, Shake the Dust.
“Like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.”
“Nothing can wear you out like caring about people,“ – S.E. Hinton, That Was Then, This Is Now.
This camera angle’s just about right. It’s basically all he sees.
But very, very rarely gets to touch.