Spent my day in a t-shirt and yoga pants, mostly wallowing, because I’ve unfortunately got the kind of anxiety that doesn’t lend itself to making me industrious and just digs the hole deeper.
On a lighter note, here’s my butt.
selfie
Expressions I hate: sweater puppies.
Raising a glass/slut mug to herdirtylittleheart for her Slutty Saturday, which has been awesome and affirming and had a great activist spin.
I’m at a fancy thing but I just remembered I still had to do this.
Here’s to keeping to my 365 photos commitment, to phone apps that let you watermark photos, and to sneaking into the bathroom to pull your dress down to get a quick shot of a nip.
And to the endurance of the one boob rule.
Three things:
1. Velvet is my power fabric.
2. I should probably put a shirt on before company comes.
3. My webcam is super limiting and Sir, my default talented photographer, is abroad. I’m going to have to find someone to take pictures of me, otherwise this is going to get super repetitive.
In case anyone was curious what this looked like from the back.
Meet Office Butt, related to Office Boobs.
Happy Valentine’s, tumblr. About to go eat Chinese food in my pajamas with Pup and Saltine. I miss Sir like crazy, but I’m thankful for what I have.
As requested by a very polite anon, here’s my feet in some tights. And my butt.
Lazy hoodie selfies.