lace – Page 7 – Ivy

Oh, tumblr, friends are such a valuable thing.

I just got back from a nighttime diner run with a good friend. Seated in the booth, we quickly drifted from some stuff that has been bothering us to sheer silliness. We tried to keep our voices down, although we were only a couple of the small handful of people there tonight. However, we were soon a mess of raucous laughter and flailing gestures as we discussed, of all things to talk about at a diner, anal.

Tonight was, in its own weird way, exactly what I needed.

Hey Ivy,

You may like this.

(submission from montecervesa).

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You may be very right. From this angle, she looks like a lot of fun.

“And she’s got red lipstick and a bright pair of shoes.

And she’s got knee high socks, what to cover a bruise.

She’s got an old death kit she’s been meaning to use.

She’s got blood in her eyes, in her eyes for you.

She’s got blood in her eyes for you.”

adriftatsea:

Rachel Ann Aust. Atlanta. April 2011

© Adrift at Sea

Sometimes, he’s just going to have her lie there with her mouth open, waiting for when he is finished. He’ll do all the work himself and she’ll just have to taste it. It’s not the preferred arrangement, but sometimes she needs to be reminded that it’s not all about her.

I think I would get this way, too, if I were in the position of having to dominate someone. The role would feel so foreign to me that I might overdo it to the point of being theatrical.

dr-tarl:

Why do you tease me so? says emily

Because I can says Jane.

Bitch says emily

You still need and love me though says Jane.

Ivy will do anything for an avocado.

Only if you’re the one feeding it to me, Dacry darling.

(You little sneak, posting this while I was whining to you about it.)

I have a collection of dainty little dresses that I wish I could just roll around in all the time.

(PS: Casey, I absolutely love this song and this photograph.)

“how strange it is to be anything at all”

Dearest Tumblr,

(Please feel free to skip. This is a rant and a little too TMI)

I am not a doctor. I don’t really know much medically. But let me tell you a little something about a drug called Chloroquine.

It’s used to prevent malaria. I took my first Chloroquine yesterday with my lunch, as instructed. My stomach hurt a bit, but I was told this would happen. I proceed with my day normally and was fine. Then, at three in the morning, I woke up and got sick. I never, ever do that. Really.

I got incredibly cold. I was trembling harder than I have ever before. I literally could barely walk and I managed to go to sleep. I wake up a few hours later and cannot even bring myself to leave bed. I have to force crackers down to keep from getting sick again. I chug a gatorade (yuck) and my friends take me to a diner where I manage to get some eggs down.

I send an email to the woman who prescribed it to me with a ton of enthusiasm. I google the drug and speak to montecervesa, who is seriously a wealth of knowledge and was a huge help/provided a ton of support. Google and The Count agree, Chloroquine is a horrifically bad drug. People would rather get malaria than take these pills. I had a huge list of pills I could’ve possibly taken and this woman gives me what appears to be the worst.

She responds to my email really blandly and says she’s going to prescribe me more pills. I google this brand. It looks just as bad. I send back something that may have been a little bitchy, but I’m tired and I have to work 9 hours and gosh darn it.

Thanks for listening.

<3, Ivy

Mmm. Is that a challenge?

writhe for me. you can’t touch yourself, but I’ll let you cum if you can do it without touching.

Aw, sweetie, I know you’re uncomfortable. But it’s making Master and I so happy. And that’s really all that counts when you think about it, hm?

(In other news, I am so hunting down that dress or sewing myself a version of it.)