I don’t know if you guys can tell, but I’m struggling.

My boyfriend is a little less than halfway through his trip in Europe, and I’ve never missed someone so much in my life. It’s comforting to know he misses me a lot as well. Another thing that is making it hard, is how physical we are with one another. We have sex at least 6 days out of the week. For him to be gone two weeks, it’s really hard bc I’d like to masturbate, but it won’t be the same. I mean, shit, we have some bangin’ sex. I can’t wait for this month to end, so I can embrace him in every way possible.

My #wcw is this babe of a man. He’s my everyday crush, my best friend.

My #wcw is this babe of a man. He’s my everyday crush, my best friend.

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These Arms of Mine, Otis Redding

"These arms of mine
They are burning
Burning from wanting you
These arms of mine
They are wanting
Wanting to hold you”

This song came on. He took me into his arms and we slow danced in the kitchen. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.

Bulliet Old Fashioneds, a bottle of Cabernet, listening to records, eating peanut butter Snickers, all over great conversation with a handsome man. I’m the luckiest lady.

When your vagina is throbbing for no fucking reason.

Okay, maybe there is a reason.

Past exploration. Nature’s cool.

It’s hard to take a decent panoramic picture when you’re not looking at the screen.

Past exploration. Nature’s cool.

It’s hard to take a decent panoramic picture when you’re not looking at the screen.

Today was just a complete mess.

I don’t even know, man.

My butt gets more attention than my face, even more so than the things I say.

Not that any of you care…

I’ve been crazy busy lately and I really haven’t had time to post as much as usual. I’m in the midst of transitioning back to living at my mom’s again, I’ve put my two weeks in at one of my jobs and I’m going to start bartending soon. Time is limited when it comes to doing things that I need/want to do. My body is worn and I’m trying my best to get out of bed every day with out the urge to cry just because I want to sleep more. More and more I keep telling myself that it’s going to be worth it in the end, but I really cannot wait for it to come. Wish me luck.

I always wonder if I have followers from my city that I don’t personally know and they see me on the streets and think “I’ve seen her butt.”

I can wait to kiss the freckles on your shoulders again.