#lwtj

[ilyasorokinn]

Have you thought about what personalities they might have? ☺️ I’m going for at least one girly girl that has Erik wrapped round her little finger 🤷🏼‍♀️

yea, that’s what i was thinking.

i feel like lila would be a total daddy’s girl. she wants to ride horses and just wants to be with him all the time.

i think zach would be his dad’s twin. he would be really energetic and be full of jokes.

and i think ivy would be the girly girl. she would want erik to sit with her and have tea parties, wear tutus, watch disney movies, etc.

[dearmyblank]

Bliss/Gnocchi/JWTH/Boyfriend,

I love you to death, and this pains me so fucking much. I never wanted to go through this kind of turmoil again, not after L, not after having known you for four fucking years and hoping that maybe, just maybe, you'd be different.

Youre SUCH a fucking ASSHOLE.

And i dont believe for a single second anymore that you love me. I dont even think you yourself know how or what or why you feel for me, but im not gonna fucking settle for this.

Prove me wrong, please. Please.

Besitos/angel hair/lwtj/your "girlfriend"

[maserof]

#wineryMaserof https://www.instagram.com/p/CRdiAp-Lwtj/?utm_medium=tumblr

[boricuagoddess79]

Truer words were never spoken 😂 I'm #PTAmom #TequilaMom #BossMom but we aren't ever in the same place together 😂 https://www.instagram.com/p/BoNdik-lwTj/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=eej35w7q8plw

[taiyoungstyle]

Congrats to one of my favorite families on the debut of their new show!! Super excited to be working with you all this season:) Finally!! @genjaxn @rjacksonjr @dontrilliousj @jermajesty_jj @officialjaafar @alejandrajackson. Love you guys! xo Stay tuned for the "Living with the Jackson's" season premiere Nov.18th only on the @reelzchannel #framily #weworking #LWTJ #Jacksonfamily #makeupartist #upcloseandpersonal #youthinkyouknowbutyoudont

[ilyasorokinn]

Some girls names ideas for you: Chelsea, Lila, Carli, Kayla

Some boys names ideas for you: Thomas, Zach, Samson, Gabriel

I'm not sure what kind of names you wanted, but here you go!

okay, i really like the names lila and zach.

so, for the oldest girl: lila johnson

the boy: zach johnson (maybe gabriel for a middle name)

and the youngest girl: ivy johnson

[ilyasorokinn]

Oh my gosh, Ivy with EJ 🥲 She’d want tea parties, to paint his nails, she’d want to sit on his knee and snuggle while they watch Disney. She’d want to play with his hair and ask if she can do make up on him!! I love that!

Yes Lila would be dying for Erik to buy her a pony to ride, she loves spending time with him at the stables. He teaches her all about the horses and spend so much time with her there!

Zach is just a chaotic little boy, constantly wanting to play hockey and is such a little joker! He’s always making Erik laugh and just has such a good sense of humour!

yes to everything.

[ilyasorokinn]

I love the names of the kids!!

i’m glad!!

[ilyasorokinn]

I feel like the little boy would be a bundle of chaos, always joking round and just full of energy! The little girls would go with Erik to visit the horses whenever they could, just wanting to pet them, desperately asking him when they can ride them

yes!! i do too!

(also, we’re (me) still in need of names. two girls, one boy)

[ilyasorokinn]

should i do another cup installment for lwtj? like, of them with the cup?

[dearmyblank]

Bliss,

It's Sunday. I have a mess of papers, folders, binders, and miscellaneous shit scattered around my room because I started cleaning but got demotivated in the middle of it, so I'm taking this break to write you a letter.

I've avoided writing you any letters on here, simply because for a long while I saw it as a bad omen: the people I wrote letters to were people that usually didn't stay in my life, or weren't in my life anymore. You yourself were no exception. When I wrote to you on here 3 years ago under the names "Jwth" and "Lwtj," I woke up one morning after talking to you on the phone the night before to find that you'd gotten back together with your ex. We didn't talk for about 9 months afterwards, not a single word exchanged. It's funny how life works out, huh? I hope the phrase "if you love something, let it go" turns out to be true. I loved you, and I had to let you go, but now you're back. And not just back in my life, but back in my city, back in my head, back my arms. For the first time since we met, I can say that you're mine, all mine, exclusively. And I'm terrified. What if I'm too much, or not enough? What if I don't live up to your expectations? What if we're just stepping stones in each other's lives? I've been avoiding introducing you to a specific one of my friends, just because I'm terrified that you'll be more compatible with her than me, that you'll like her more than you like me. I hate Facebook and the complications it brings, so much so to the point where I don't even go on it anymore, but I went on your profile anyway, just to see if you'd updated your relationship status, and you haven't. It's so dumb, but it sent me into a nervous panic. Are there other women you're talking to? Are you unsure if you actually want to be with me for the long run? Are there personal rules you have, like not updating your relationship status until the third month so you can avoid the complications and troubles of potentially having to set it back and forth, the questions and scrutiny from your peers that would align with that? I just want to know.

I want to know everything about you and the way your mind runs. I want your happiness and success so badly that it hurts, so much more than my own happiness and success. I want you to know that I love you, still, that I never stopped loving you, and I want to know whether or not you love me too. I want to be the girl that you see me as, someone who's hard-working and motivated, the kind of girl that grabs life by the balls and gets things done and goes after what she wants. I want to feel secure and confident and trusting enough to tell you what's on my mind without fear of scrutiny, tell you everything I've written in this letter, but I'm not there yet. I'm the kind of girl who's terrified to get things started, who spends a day laying in bed and thinking about what she needs to get done instead of just getting it done. I'm the kind of girl who's scared to make mistakes, who keeps people, even her close friends, at a distance, who makes plans and never follows through, who feels like a different shade of herself from day to day but never quite feels just like herself. I'm all of these things that I don't want you to see, that you never had to see before, all of these things you're seeing now.

There was a period of time when I was positive I'd never talk to you again, much less see you for any reason, or invite you into my house, or introduce you to my family. But I've done all of those things. When you're in my room and I leave, I always think "this must be a dream, or a hallucination, a delusion of some kind. There's no way he's actually in there, in my house, in my room." But no, it's not a dream and yes, you're there, smiling, calling me beautiful, asking me what I wanna do next. It's surreal and wonderful and terrifying, all at once, and darling dearest I'm just not sure what to do with myself. With you. With this.

Well, I might as well get back to picking up this mess I made in my bedroom. Thank you so much for helping me out with the upstairs room, and for being so willing to help with anything else. Thank you for listening and reassuring me on the rare occasions that I do talk to you about what's on my mind. Thank you for letting me know when you're anxious or stressed. Thank you for just being you, for existing in my world and allowing me to exist in yours. Really, I can't thank you enough.

Timidly yours, 

Besitos