I just attended the last class of my final fall semester of my senior year.
You heard me.
I’m exhausted, but I’m homeward bound.
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I just want to push her hair back from her face and bite those lips.
Hairenvy to the greatest degree.
A girl can dream.
Truth.
Oh, the prospect is tempting.
Oh Ivy… please tell me this has you considering tattoo ideas…. at least just a little…
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.)
Just take a few steps forward. Good.
Now turn and look at me. Stop there. Very good.
No, no, I don’t need you to do anything else. Just stay like that, dear.
(PS: Brownie points for whoever can tell me who this total fox is.)
I had a girlfriend with hair just like this. Same length, same style, same color, everything. I almost expect the photograph to rear its head so I wind up looking eye to eye with her.