listening to waltz while lying down about to fall asleep to one of the scenarios where I dance w my enemy in a crowded ballroom, hands on hips and shoulders and waist, our bodies flush against each other. my floor length white dress with a slit at the corner hides the garter that's sheathed the lethal blade dipped in poison especially for him, while his belt carries a shot gun that's slightly visible if he turns a certain way.
Austin>>>>>> Ginny and Georgia
Shaykh Salih al-Fawzān حفظه الله said:
The status of the Women in Islām pg. 21, translated by Raha Batts
that moment when you kick yourself for not picking up that book you put off sooner
my biggest flex is that I am my own safe space
"Don't just throw ripped jeans away, you can repair them using these 10 cute Visible Mending techniques!!" unfortunately my friend the first point of failure for every single pair of jeans i have owned in my life has been the Crotch and Ass. Knees: fine, cuffs: fine; but 3 years in, and all that stands between the world and my astronaut-patterned taint is 0.5µm of denim worn so thin that every squat threatens to tear it to shreds like wet toilet paper. If the Tiktok craft community could figure out a way to resurrect jeans afflicted in such a way that doesn't involve adding a whole ass buttpatch like some sort of inverse assless chaps situation then that'd be great
It's always "you look nice when you smile" and never
maidens if you are going to flee dramatically from my castle in the middle of the night once i reveal my true nature to you please leave your candelabra on the little ledge by the portcullis we are running out of them
much like the minotaur I am a creature in some sort of situation