Felt cute, might delete later: #me depicted as St Jerome: I’ve always liked the story of him and the lion
https://hsgardens.co.za/projects/higgo-rd-higgovale/
“you’re a writer, right?”
me, staring at the one sentence i’ve managed to add in the last hour and the 12 open tabs on the specifics of shoes in 1845 Ireland: In theory.
...THAT year we had an intense visitaton of energy ...
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Oh ok so it turns out ive been borrowing grief from the future ! it turns out ive been preparing to lose the things i love rather than basking in the light of them while they last. Maybe i should nt do that
A cute day with cuter moments.
Where are the real men, the ones who used to send love letters and would formally ask you to be their girlfriends? The ones who wouldn’t dare talk to you sexually before marriage because that wasn’t how you spoke to a lady? Now all I get are dpics and “do you send?” messages, there are no real men left and it’s pitiful. Someone create a time machine back to the 50s, I don’t want my rights I just want true love.
M, late 50s, England. I’ve recently discovered that I have some kinks: call me "Daddy" if that works for you, or call me “Professor.” Under 18 and ageless blogs will be blocked.
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