Let's try to keep this short and sweet. So you dated/fucked my sister (@_Innamorata_) and it didn't work out with you guys. That sucks. It really does. You have my sincerest apologies. For whatever reason you guys just couldn't work out your differences, you wanted this and she wanted that. She wanted more and you... Continue Reading →
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Please Let Me
Unchain me Release me from the prison of my own making Let me feel your anger, The sting of you lashes, the snap of your whip Please Unbind me Release the ties that hold me back from my own desires Let me taste your strain. Scorch me with the heat of your skin. Please... Continue Reading →
The First Sleepover: Wanna spend the night?
I’ve done my fair share of sleeping over so I'm not 100% scared of intimacy... just a little skittish lol. But spending the night can be lots of fun if you enjoy the person's company and not just their body. My ex basically moved me in without asking me if I wanted to. Me: D,... Continue Reading →
Another Conversation with the Inks
S1 shoves ballet shoe in between door hinges and closes it S2: What the fuck are you doing? S1: Breaking the box… S2: Bitch the box is at your feet S1: (sighs) Not the shoe box… the shoe’s box. Uggh, I mean, not the box it came in but the one IN the shoe, right... Continue Reading →
Dinner with the Inks
Papa_Ink: Dinner was good S1: (sarcastically) I couldn't tell Papa_Ink: (indignantly) I ate just as much as you did S1: No freaking way I had 1 piece of lasagna S2: Pa, you ate seconds * Papa_Ink shrugs and walks away from table * Papa_Ink: You gonna eat that last piece of bread ... Continue Reading →
Picky little things
I was out shopping with my sister @mystiink today for our new fall semester. I injured myself again because I'm a clumsy mess but nothing serious so, VICTORY! Anyway, we do this shopping thing for every big semester in the year, fall is usually our most hectic one. it’s a silly little tradition where we... Continue Reading →
Newsflash
There is no time limit or expiration date for healing. It is not a gallon of milk that has a use by date stamped onto the side of it. There is no right and wrong when it comes to time. There is no perfect guideline on how to steer that particular boat. Trauma and the... Continue Reading →
The bitchiness took over…
So, I’ve come to realize that a sick me is **NOT** very nice. My bad…. Seriously. When my immune system inevitably fails me and I catch whatever bug that plans to make me bedridden for however long it sees fit I get all sorts of bitchy. 85% of the time, I’m a snarky sweetheart but... Continue Reading →
A Symphony of Pleasure & Pain
I'm pretty open in my vanilla life about my not so vanilla extra-curriculars. It's kinda hard not to be when your friends have this odd fascination with smacking your ass, walking into your room when the door is closed and scrolling through your phone and coincidentally your photo gallery (thank you photo locker for existing... Continue Reading →
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