I want some bruises that I’ll have to fuss about hiding.
pretty
Books, boobs, brown lingerie, bee tattoos, brick walls.
Career ambitions aside, I’d probably make a great kept girl.
I want to try this.
Thank you everyone for your supportive words. Sir has arrived safely and is settling in. The time difference is already palpable and obnoxious, and I’m starting to learn to adjust.
I haven’t been sleeping brilliantly, but I am hoping this changes as well. I’ve sort of chugged through the past few days in a haze of relative exhaustion. So here’s the other photo of us on the most comfortable bed ever for some inspiration.
“And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good,” – John Steinbeck, East of Eden.
It’s been far too long since I’ve been deeply, deeply rope happy.
Starting off the week right with some lingerie I’m seriously coveting right now.
Ugh, if only.
Sacha Kimmes x
I remember this time last year: dropping him off for his flight at an ungodly hour of the morning, coming home and curling up with the jacket he left here. I remember how scary and uncertain everything felt.
I just got home from dropping him off for yet another unreasonably early flight. A lot of stuff still has some time to withstand, but I’ve learned we’ve got a pretty good track record for that.
Please bear with me for a few days while I gather myself after what was a lovely visit. I’ll finish Halfway There and get you all caught up very soon. I promise.
But, for now, I’ve got to get back into bed and remind myself that I’ll see him soon.
I like the idea of her having spent so much time getting all nice and pretty, and then the cuffs and chains are so, so dirty.