Didn’t Do Anything Today But Revise, Repeat, Rework My Physics Project. Finally I’m Finished With

swans & a duck

my new favorite obsession are stimboards

Maintain your Mindset

Do not stop saying your affirmations. Don’t stop praying. Don’t stop praising. Don’t stop being hype and happy. Don’t stop saying I am grateful and happy for my life. Don’t stop baby. You got it now but babe maintain it. I notice that people get cut out your life because your mindset is fragile. It is not fortified and you may slip into the bad habits once again after you think everything is all good. Keep smiling. Keep taking care of yourself. Don’t stop going to therapy. Don’t stop doing your healthy coping mechanisms (painting, meditating, doing your makeup). Maintain your mindset baby. 

kinktober : oct 11th

simon riley x housewife kink

simons never really had anyone that was so willing to please him and serve him on their own free will, so of course it’s going to turn him on to no end.

it was the way you looked in the kitchen on a lazy sunday, his tshirt hanging off your shoulder, not aware of his hulking presence standing in the doorway watching you stir the gravy you’d made for the sunday roast you were making (which really makes him feel at home, god) he never thought about having anything this domestic, but you make that life look so good.

it was the way you can just sense when he’s had a bad day, greeting him in the living room when he drops down on the couch, huge body sprawled out, and you crawl between his legs and get to work, gagging on his thick length until the sour memory of his day is replaced by the feeling of your sweet mouth around him.

it was the way you look at him whenever he whips out cash to pay for whatever you want — those sweet adoring doe eyes. he made alot from the military, it’s true — but simon was never a big spender, and didn’t like to treat himself unless he really had to — so as you can imagine, the man let’s you go wild with his credit card. “whatever you want. s’not like i’m gonna spend it.” he gruffs, nonchalantly sliding his card into your hand when you’re rambling about an outfit you’d had your eye on.

he doesn’t want to rush into things, simons scared — and the thought of scaring you off with a proposal is constantly weighing on his mind, his true feelings towards the matter only coming out when he had you bedded, your sweet self having offered yourself to him after he’d had a long day. he’s got your legs over his strong shoulders, the base of his cock creamy from releases as you wail, his thick veiny hand pressing down on your lower stomach. this is where simon really gets vulnerable, a rare but delightful occurrence.

his vulnerability comes in filthy promises. “th’s it doll, taking me like a fuckin’ pro. could do this for the rest of my life. you want that, yeah? want me to stick a big shiny rock on that pretty little finger? make you my little wife? what would people think hm? sweet little thing like you lugging round a big old man like me. gonna know my pretty wife gets f’king destroyed every night. you want that don’t you, pet?” you can barely work out what he’s saying because he rambles it all into one breath, grunting into your shoulder as his balls slap against you, pushing you towards one final orgasm and himself toward his first release. you could barely think straight, but you knew a conversation was due after he’d finished emptying his balls into you.

Babes in the Woods by Harley Weir

Vice Magazine Vol.7 No.8, 2009

Got vaxxed and went up the highlands 😋🤍

Consistency is the name of the game. The more frequently you show up for yourself and the things that you want, the quicker they flow into your life.