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just did a little diy with an old belt to make a collar, maybe ill share some pics maybe not :3

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im gonna be offline most of today i think. sorry, its just a busy day today :c

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i unironically use words like "perchance" and "alas" and then have the gall to wonder why nobody is actively fucking me

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face card: denied

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i like the myth/theory that moles and freckles are where your lover in a past life kissed you.

i have very few freckles/moles: a faint one on the knuckle of my right hand, one on the edge of my bottom lip, and two on my stomach. whoever loved me in a past life knew what they were doing <3

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Bonnets

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Far away fog

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Funky tree

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I think I'd like to share a bed with you. You're warm and comforting in the way I think home is suppose to be

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Old cemetery

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The protagonist of my wild west story is a absolutely shithouse cook and always eats at the saloon, and this post makes me feel very validated in that character design decision

Something I need to be reminded of often. Yes, I'm very lazy and also have executive problems up the wazoo (the difference? laziness is fun), but the cultural expectation of being productive every waking moment isn't healthy either. And the business of feeding ourselves is especially fraught these days.

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super sleepy but can’t stop thinking about grinding on you until I’m drenching my boxers send help

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ohh my poor darling - if i could send myself, i would, to hold you and marvel in your ecstasy. just admire your every movement, every noise and every tremble... for now though, you should try to sleep. ill be here tomorrow for you too <3

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I stg u better be in bed resting sweet boy

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oh, and what if im not? will you be punishing me? :3

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A moment of appreciation for this old book i picked up from the thrift store with a rather... interesting title.

No printing date, but there is a sticker in the front that gives the context that it was awarded to a student in 1937:

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random pictures from my walk :)

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Retreating to bed and taking something for my head bc its hot outside, my sinuses feel like they're about to explode, and my walk made my legs sore :(

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not sure what you’re more in the mood for but I would be more than okay with distracting you while you’re trying to work on something. I could start sitting on your lap and trying go get you to pay attention to me as I can’t help but grind down a little before you end up bending me over.

Oooor if you’re feeling more subby I’d love to have us grind together in bed as you feel how soaked I’m getting through my boxers while we both pant into each others mouths like good boys until eventually I can’t help myself and I have to touch you until we’re both overwhelmed and can’t stop making each other feel good

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as a switch, im down for both of these suggestions one hundred percent!!

im easily distracted, so if you tried to distract me while i was writing youd be able to tell you're getting to me. Id make more spelling mistakes, you'd hear me backspace more often. my usual 90 words a minute would slow down as my body tries to get my brain to pay attention to what it desires - you ~

and ohhh my god just the sentence about panting into each other's mouths... i think my knees might buckle xx