“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.” – Zelda Fitzgerald.
lips
Or, you could teach her to sing.
Slightly absurd, as cages go, but pleasing for that. It might be rather nice to have a pretty girl on display in such a cage. She’d have to have learned to never speak, however. Speaking would entirely ruin the illusion of a creature on display for looks alone.
I’m baaack.
After a bunch of back-to-back deadlines that kept me a little tied up, I’ve found some time to tumblr. Somehow, I’ve managed to accumulate asks. I should get on that.
Dear Tumblr,
I received some super amazing news today about an opportunity I had applied for, forgotten about, and assumed I would not be accepted to.
Well, I was accepted.
But, I’m too gosh darn swamped with work to celebrate.
Pft.
<3, Ivy
It’s always a little sad when I realize the sundresses won’t be coming back out again for a while.
There are those things I have to keep locked away in the back of my mind because I worry what will happen when they come out. I worry about how I will react, what I’ll turn into, if I’ll like it. Sometimes I just don’t want to know.
This is one of those things.
(via tittyglitter, purecream)
It would be lying to say I haven’t had a fantasy along these lines.
A theory of linguistics states that most of the sentences you say have never been said exactly that way before.
I’m not entirely sure if that’s true, but I’m fairly sure that I’ve never before heard the things you whisper to me in that way you say them when I’m talking back to the pillowcase.
Her legs remind me of my legs a little, both in length and shape. I so rarely see short legs on tumblr that I’m honestly delighted enough to forgive that she appears to be wearing sunglasses indoors.
Pretty, soft girl kisses. So good.
