Alt text: Snow lightly falling on my already snowy backyard.

Things aren’t good and they’re only going to get a lot worse. I’m really really not doing well.
Again, please take care of each other.

(My notifications everywhere are off, so sorry if I don’t reply.)

I want to come back to this space, but I feel guilty whenever I try to, and I feel like I don’t belong here anyway. I don’t know what I’m doing.
Please take care of each other, and goodnight.

This isn’t my grandmother, this isn’t my nonna.
I feel like a horrible granddaughter, but I can’t build up the courage to go visit her, I don’t want to see her like this.
I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I’m just waiting, we’re all just waiting to see what happens next.

Words are hard but thread through fabric is a bit easier. Here’s a toucan.

The wording of this sounds super hoity-toity or something but my head’s hurting and words are becoming extra tricky right now.

I’m just feeling really soft and breedable today. But also like all I wanna do is cradle someone in my arms, praising them as they come down from a particularly strong orgasm……. is that too much to ask for? 😔

I need all of these things asap, but none of it is gonna happen anytime soon (if ever), so instead I’m just gonna go cry a little bit. ✌🏻

…and 8) to have a cozy evening at home with someone, watching not-so-serious and lighthearted British mysteries, while curled up against them (like a cat), both of us feeling loved, feeling warm, feeling wanted, and feeling safe.

…5) to whine into someone’s ear as they make me cum, 6) to have someone whine into my ear as I make them cum, 7) to be bred, being filled to the point that cum drips out of my pussy…

I hope it was a *good* reaction. 👉🏻👈🏻

Making you go through the rest of your day, filled with the knowledge and anticipation that Mommy’s waiting for you at home. That she’s ready, willing, eager, and absolutely *aching* to milk her good boy completely dry.

Sent at lunchtime, so all you can do is think about the words, think about my voice, think about me, as you sneak away to replay it over and over again. Counting down the minutes until you get home, because this is a clear message about just who will be waiting for you when you get home from work.

Sending this voice note on a random afternoon. My voice low and almost husky, drawing out the words so the sound of them feels like honey dripping into your ears, and down your throat. A wave of goosebumps washing over your body, making you close your eyes, and feel the need to adjust your pants.

I’d be so embarrassing at some fancy shindig or fancy dinner place, so the only dates I should go on are movie dates or birding dates! 😭

I’m about one second away from dropping my entire medical history, because now I’m having horrible thoughts about my body, and I’m just super pissed off at myself because of my body.

I guess it’s time to sleep. 🤦🏻‍♀️