I used to have some crazy fantasies like these. It’s funny how your mind can kind of push things that arouse you (in my case, danger, knives) to extremes so you can dive into it and find a happy, safe medium from the aspects of it that you enjoy.
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So, yeah, I have a crush on Allison Harvard. Partially because I love people unabashedly admitting to their own quirks (be they enjoying the sight of a good nosebleed or whatever else) and partially because she’s just plain gorgeous. I could handle less pictures of her where she’s infantilized, though.
And I want that dress. Please and thank you.
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
When they say no running by the pool, they mean it.
It’s where I belong. I’m home. And I don’t even need to click my heels together.
I’m just never happy. I spent all this time wishing for the rain again, but now I just want it to be sunny.
In my defense, Irene was a bit of an overkill answer to my prayers. Be careful what you wish for.
“The body is so easily damaged, so easily disposed of, water and chemicals is all it is, hardly more to it than a jellyfish drying on sand," Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale.
The Kitchen Sessions #2
(An Intimate Alchemists original)
I’m just going to leave this here.