Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
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Look at this. The front of this house is exposed and the rest is buried. It even has a Belvidere sticking out of the earth. Built in 2013 in Sheridan, MT, it has 3bds, 3ba, 3,000 sq ft, $1.35m.
Even underground homes have open concept main living areas.
Look at the ceiling, it has angled walls on the lofted area.
Looking down from the loft.
The stairs are pretty steep. Well, at least they're lit.
The primary bedroom has a covered terrace with a lovely view.
Nice roomy stone ensuite.
That must be a gun safe in this bedroom.
Wide hall leads to the 2 other bedrooms and a bath.
They share this shower room.
Spiral stairs going up to the Belvidere.
Cute up here.
Back on the main floor, there's a laundry room.
I guess this is the equivalent of a basement.
The patio out in front of the house.
Here's a hot tub that is heated by wood.
A shed and a greenhouse.
Plus a large garage.
Look at the serious snow vehicle.
A vehicle like that would probably come in handy up here.
Looks like it's off-grid.
The property is 40 acres and there are no restrictions so the new owners can build cabins, or whatever they like.
https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/49-Lupine-Ln-Sheridan-MT-59749/193338302_zpid/
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i love blurring the lines of friendship.
placing my hand on your lower back while we walk to keep you close, make sure people don't bump into you. leaning in close to confirm a suspicion— you're using a different shampoo. ("how'd you know?" you laugh, surprised that i even remembered what the old one smelled like. i just noticed. i always notice.) bumping my knee against your thigh under the table and smoothing over the spot with my palm, and you don't say anything, still smiling as we talk so i leave my hand there, let it ride higher, closer and closer.
it's only a matter of time before i'm kissing your neck, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other slides down, down, and your breath catches in your throat, eyelids fluttering. it shouldn't feel so good, should it? our other friends are in the living room, probably wondering what's taking us so long, and they'll definitely notice the hickey i left just above the collar of your shirt. but you like it, you like the thrill when i stuff my fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet, other hand working underneath your underwear.
maybe you like it too much. follow me around like a stray, desperate for another taste— of what it's like to skirt the lines of less and more, of what it's like to be mine. and you know what? i'll give it to you. what are you waiting for? come over. that's what friends do, isn't it?
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Hey again, I’ve been drawing everyday since it’s MANUELA MARCH, here’s everything so far :)
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Presenting, "Boop," the 9th painting in my Close Encounters Collection!
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That random girl you see on the train? Grabbing fast food? Shopping with her friends? She's a total slut the very moment she's alone, just like you!
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