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psychxticrebel:
Jeannie was so different from when he had known her, she was taller, curvier, she was an actual woman now and not the eighteen year old she had been when they met. She was still as BEAUTIFUL as she had always been. He couldn’t help but wonder why someone like her would still be interested in someone like him. Yes, there had been a thrill in their relationship, having to hide it and sneak around but that wasn’t even what he missed the most.
He missed the late nights staying up and talking about society, politics, media, everything. He missed cooking with her, the glances they would make, the dancing around the kitchen with her to some classic rock vinyl he would have playing. JD just missed talking with her, discussing all the topics he could discuss on his show… fuck it, JD just missed Jeannie, he had been able to be honest with her about everything and she hadn’t run, she had stayed. Breaking up with her so she could actually live a life because she was under some wild impression that he wanted to settle down and have children. After the life he had, he wasn’t even sure he wanted to bring children into the mix.
Yet standing in front of her now, watching the way she moved towards him, she was so different, so confident and mature now. JD was probably still exactly the same as he had been when he met her. He shouldn’t have come here, he should have let her continue to live her life, didn’t he hear some rumour that she was dating the weather man for GCN… and yet, he wasn’t moving, he was staying exactly where he was, an eyebrow raised and a smirk spread on his lips as she revealed the lingerie she was wearing under the black robe. Licking his lips, he took a step towards her, hands coming up to push the robe off her shoulders and letting it fall to the ground, “ fuck, you’re beautiful, ” JD whispered, his hands sliding up her shoulders, his skin rough against her smooth, creamy skin as he cupped her face, thumbs stroking her cheeks. He should kiss her, just give into the temptation that was right in front of him that he had just exposed from himself. JD sighed, dropping his hands from her face and he leaned down, picking up the robe and handing it back to her.
But he didn’t leave, he stepped further into the room, unbuttoning his blazer and running a hand through his hair, “ Jeannie… this isn’t fair, on you, on me… we broke up for reasons that haven’t changed… in the end of the day, I am too old for you and I… I’m not gonna hold you back from living… plus, aren’t you dating some guy from GCN? ” JD asked, looking back over at her, still fighting any and all urge to go over to her and kiss her, especially now he knew what was hiding under that black robe.
It feels like a breath of RELIEF as he touches her again, a breath she’s been holding for the past five years. Nothing outside that room mattered suddenly, not for this moment that was exclusively THEIRS, because no matter how wrong it was it felt right. She’d left a part of herself behind in that studio where they’d said goodbye, and only he could help her find that part again.
She wants to lean in and kiss him, give into the desires he’d ignited in her at eighteen, but she can see him holding back. And suddenly she feels it too, the absence of his hands on her like a sudden cold frost. He was pulling away, and Jeannie could feel it tugging on her, giving her rope burn as she tried to stand her ground firmly. Jeannie picks up the robe to wrap it around herself again, hugging her arms against her chest, turning around to face him as he speaks.
“You’re not fucking holding me back!” She cries, exasperated that he kept playing the age card. Sure, there was a big gap between them there, but Jeannie never felt it in other respects. Their souls had still connected on the same level, at least that’s what she’d thought. “I have lived, but what does it mean if I’m...” If she hated her job, if it felt like she was settling for someone who didn’t treat her right. What did her life mean if there was no love, no happiness. She runs both hands through her hair, before throwing them up in the air as she found what she was trying to say. “I’m just surviving.” She lets out a dry laugh. “I’m surviving in this messed up world that you and I used to...laugh at together, used to want to try and fight. But I’ve forgotten how to laugh and I...I don’t want to THINK about anything outside this room right now.” Which included Evan, who JD’s question about she avoids. She crosses the room, as she speaks, hooking both hands under his blazer, staring up at him. “So I’ll ask you again, do you know what you want? Why are you here, JD?”
Using You-Mars Argo
Best of Caroline (season 4)
❛ i don’t like your clothes. take them off. ❜ ( JD NO )
Lips pull up in a smirk, eyes never leaving JD’s as she obediently pulls her dress from her shoulders, dropping it to the ground. Eyes never leave his as she does so. “Is that better?”
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❛ i don’t know what i’m doing with my life, but i know i’m doing it wrong ❜ ❛ i am so cute and bitter ❜ ❛ my life is one part ‘wait’ and another part ‘what’ ❜ ❛ my #1 talent is saying stupid things to people and immediately regretting it ❜ ❛ i love sleeping to avoid problems ❜ ❛ i hate myself a lot but i get offended when other people do ❜ ❛ i’m hungrier than the neopet i neglected for nine years ❜ ❛ hit me up if you wanna date a piece of shit ❜ ❛ we need some new and more powerful swears ❜ ❛ i get progressively uglier throughout the day ❜ ❛ i’m so miserable, but i laugh at everything ❜ ❛ i need something that is more than coffee, but less than cocaine ❜ ❛ just because you’re trash doesn’t mean you can’t do great things. it’s called garbage can, not garbage cannot. ❜ ❛ 90 out of 10 people agree that math is fucking lame ❜ ❛ if you think i’m ugly now, you should have seen me in 2009 ❜ ❛ 2010 me would literally be terrified of 2016 me and i love it ❜ ❛ i have a rare skin condition called close the fucking blinds ❜ ❛ hey babe, i made you this mixtape for valentines day. i don’t know many love songs, so it’s just uptown funk 18 times in a row. ❜ ❛ there are people who know me in real life who think i’m straight and that’s really funny to me ❜ ❛ i was cursed with expensive taste and a low budget ❜ ❛ yo dude i trusted you wtf the fuck? what the fuck?? what the fuck what the ❜ ❛ open flannel shirts and lingerie are the hottest thing and nobody can convince me otherwise ❜ ❛ i’m the weird dad, wine mom, vodka aunt, and gay emo cousin all in one person ❜ ❛ that awful moment when you wake up ❜ ❛ damn haha i’m going to have to deal with that sooner or later ❜ ❛ are we gonna fucking hold hands tonight or what bitch ❜ ❛ people our age have children what the hell i am a children ❜ ❛ i don’t like your clothes. take them off. ❜ ❛ why am i only motivated to sort my life out at 4 am? ❜ ❛ after i die, i’ll probably still complain ❜ ❛ people are so petty and then here i am, me, an angel ❜ ❛ if i don’t insult you daily, it means i don’t like you ❜ ❛ do something with your life that would make a 1950s straight white man angry ❜ ❛ i need to get laid… to rest. put me in a coffin. let my soul ascend. ❜ ❛ i’m trying to be a better person, but some people are testing me ❜ ❛ i’m overstressed and underfucked ❜ ❛ i can’t wait to be a piece of shit with a bachelors degree ❜ ❛ my emo phase never went away, it just aged like fine wine ❜ ❛ my whole life consists of wondering whether or not to make the bitchy comment ❜ ❛ i don’t have time for people who don’t believe in aliens ❜ ❛ the lack of cuddling i am experiencing right now is upsetting ❜ ❛ why do good concert tickets happen to bad people ❜ ❛ i can’t play hard to get i’m already hard to want ❜ ❛ i’m still pissed off about growing up ❜ ❛ if you listen carefully, you can hear me whisper ‘shut the fuck up’ at least once every five minutes ❜ ❛ when i die i want my heart donated to NASA so they can finally see what a black hole looks like up close ❜ ❛ single and ready to take a 20 hour nap ❜ ❛ write ‘nothing is set in stone’ on my grave as both a witty joke and a subtle warning that i will be back ❜ ❛ how do people even put up with me like i can’t even put up with me ❜ ❛ the opening riff to mr. brightside could literally raise me from the dead ❜ ❛ stale cinnamon roll, been in this world too long, too cynical ❜ ❛ sorry, i’m poor. i can’t afford to pay attention ❜ ❛ aziz ansari’s voice in the back of my head faintly telling me to treat myself is going to be my downfall ❜ ❛ is it too late to wrap myself up like a baby and drop myself off on a billionaire’s doorstep? ❜ ❛ my neutral expression makes me look like i’m always in a bad mood which is convenient because it’s usually true ❜ ❛ i never run voluntarily so if you ever see me running you should start running too because something is coming ❜
psychxticrebel:
This was hard, being in front of her, trying to act like he didn’t want to just grab her and kiss her. She had clearly LIVED a life, gone to college, graduated, she may be working for the soul destroying network but she had a job, maybe she had a boyfriend but she was living the life she should live. What had he been doing in the last five years? Every day had been the same, wake up, do the morning show, research some stuff for tomorrow’s show, do the afternoon show, walk his dog ( he had gotten a german shepard to try and make himself feel less lonely ), eat dinner, do the night show, sleep and repeat every day for the past five years.
The moment she called him JASON, he paused, looking back at her as she grabbed his arm, frowning slightly. Jeannie was one of the few people he liked calling him Jason but in this moment, it hurt but only for a second. His eyes were pulled down and he saw her slip a spare key to what was probably her hotel room into his blazer pocket. He looked away, tongue darting across his lips. He shouldn’t go, he should hand the key back to the receptionist in her hotel and say he found it. Yet the idea of just walking away from this, walking away from HER was too painful. Maybe he had to hear her out, hear what she had to say in the privacy of her own room - would he be able to stay in the same room and not give into TEMPTATION? Probably not, but he would hate himself if he never gave her a chance.
JD didn’t go straight to her room, he had to go for a walk, clear his head, smoke several cigarettes, brought himself a slushie and tried to talk himself out of going to her hotel room. He should never have gone tonight, he should have left her alone and not messed her life up again. The idea of just walking away like he should because he had spent five years without her, he could spend the rest of his life without her, couldn’t he? Walking back to the hotel, going to her room, despite every part of his GOOD sense told him that he shouldn’t be here, that he should just go home and take Elliot for a walk. Running a hand through his hair as he stood in front of her door, he took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping inside and closing it behind him. He walked into the room, looking over at her.
“ I shouldn’t be here… you and I, both, know that… yet I couldn’t just walk away, not from YOU. But you have your whole life ahead of you still, you’re living it and I’m… well, I’m me, I haven’t changed which is why you shouldn’t want me here ‘cause you DESERVE so much better. ”
After mingling briefly with a few people, Jeannie excuses herself to go to her room. She remains high on the THRILL of meeting again with JD in their own little secret bubble like old times. Her mind didn’t even want to comprehend how RECKLESS it was, how wrong it was; the guilt over sneaking around behind Evan’s back would come later, though Jeannie had a sneaking suspicious he’d slept around on her too. From the function to her room she felt soley guided by her heart and what it wanted. And it had been beating loud and clear from the moment they’d crossed paths again.
Returning to her room, Jeannie paces back and forth for a moment, mulling over what she’d done. Perhaps he wouldn’t come. Though the thought of that makes her panic even more. God, what if he had moved on and she just looked like an idiot? What if he’d only told her that stuff to let her off easy. She runs a hand through her wavy blonde hair, pacing once more. “Fuck it.” She sighs to herself, throwing open her suitcase and grabbing some lingerie. A black lace bra and pantie set with suspenders and stockings to match. She’d never really dressed up like this for him before. She’d tried, perhaps wearing a nice bra or panties for him if she was going to see him that day, but this felt different. She’d grown up a lot these past five years, and she wanted him to see it, see if he liked it. Or perhaps she wouldn’t get to, she throws her silk robe over herself incase he doesn’t come, or doesn’t want that kind of talk. Though wearing it certainly helps to give her a lot more confidence.
She could only sit and wait after that, hoping she’d been able to tempt him as much as he’d tempted her. As the door opens, Jeannie sits up, staring over at him with a mixture of curiosity and desire swirling in her eyes. “But I do, I want you here.” She murmurs, standing up and crossing the room to stand right in front of him. “I know what I want now, do you?” As she whispers the question to him, she undoes the tie on her robe, revealing a peek of what’s underneath. “I want you to remind me of what it’s like to feel alive.”
when ur muse is just so in love with another muse that it’s ridiculous
@psychxticrebel cont (x)
Jeannie inhales sharply, trying her best to hold in the emotions that came out around him. She knew she had no right to be speaking like this, not after she’d told him to move on. Their break up had been mutual, Jeannie feeling that she wanted to live more before settling down and that she’d hold JD back, and he’d spoken like he’d wanted that for her too. But now here she was, nearly five years on, and the feelings hadn’t gone away. Had she lived? Yes. She’d graduated with honours from Gotham University. She’d travelled and had finally broken free of her toxic family household. But it still felt like she was missing something and she knew what that was; home. She also knew where that was, or more so, WHO. And he was standing right in front of her, still handsome and charming as ever. Jeannie had always loved seeing him in a tux.
“I’ve….” Found someone, she wanted to say. But truthfully, that someone didn’t complete her. Not like JD. She’d been with Thomas St John, the weatherman for GCN, for the past two years. He was nothing like JD, he followed the rules almost to a T. The rules of society anyhow. To the public he appeared near perfect, the perfect gentleman, the perfect boyfriend, perfect employee. In private he was a little different, to say the least. Jeannie had discovered his drinking problem a few months in. He’d yet to lay an actual hand on her but his words hit just as hard as any hand would. It reminded her of things Lillian would offhandedly say, and was beginning to bring up old insecurities she’d fought so hard to overcome. Though Jeannie kept trying to tell herself Tom’s good qualities outweighed the negative, she couldn’t deny that she felt a little unsatisfied. Especially now, when she was reminded of what she’d had with JD. “Jason, wait…” She grabs his arm gently. Her action feels impulsive, something she hadn’t been in a long time, but as she slips the spare keycard for her hotel room in his pocket as she brushes past him a rush of ADRENALINE, of CONFIDENCE courses through her. “It was good to see you again.”
Perhaps he was right about this place being soul-sucking, because part of her knows she shouldn’t initiate anything. For JD’s sake, he deserved someone who could give him more than her, and especially not while she was with Tom. But a larger, selfish part of her, wants this and has no trouble going after what she wants. If Jeannie had discovered anything in their time apart, it was that this world was hellish, and JD was either the angel who would save her or the demon temping her. Either way, she was a damn sinner.
psychxticrebel:
Fuck, he groaned against her mouth when he heard her whimper against his, hands gripping at her blonde hair as she kissed him back. How long had he been FIGHTING the attraction he felt for her? Probably from the first moment she told him off, he hadn’t realised how much he had been wanting to do this for so long. She was too young for him, wasn’t she? Yet she was kissing him with the same amount of PASSION he was her, so he wasn’t alone in this, was he?
His breathing was heavy as he pressed his forehead against hers, not wanting to let her go, especially since she wasn’t moving either. They had opened a door that neither of them were sure whether they should step through or just try to PRETEND like this didn’t happen. Yet the moment, she pulled him into another kiss, he knew there was no going back from this. JD groaned again, an hand moving from her hair and wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer to him as he kissed her back. It was rough and passionate, like they were done holding back and they were finally letting the TENSION that had been growing more and more obvious as the weeks had gone on was finally being released. Nipping at her bottom lip, he pulled back from the kiss, looking at her with sapphire eyes dark with LUST, “ we should… probably… stop, ” he muttered, before kissing her again, moving her slightly so she was pressed up against the wall, his body pressed against hers.
Lips part against his mouth as he kisses her again, breathing him in. Now she’d had a taste, Jeannie wasn’t sure she could go back. The impulsive, reckless side of herself she always tried to control was taking over, telling her it was too late to turn back from this, she may as well keep sinking, melting under his kiss.
“Probably...” She whispers breathlessly against his mouth, in between kisses. Empty words; she knew, logically, this was STUPID, would be frowned upon by all sorts of unofficial rules of society. Knew that they should stop, but she didn’t WANT to. And Jeannie was done denying herself things she wanted. If she’d gained anything in her time there it was the courage to not hold back, and that’s exactly what she was doing now.
One hand tangles in his dark hair as she lets herself be pressed against the wall, sliding up it slightly as her leg hitches around his waist. “But...” Kiss. “Fuck...” Kiss “What we probably should do...” She whispers, kissing him again, desire building at the suddenness of it all, her mind not able to process anything other than WANT. “Fuck society, right?”
memesandthings:
DARK, THRILLING, AND/OR CRIMINAL SENTENCE STARTERS: PT2.
“If they catch us, we’re dead.”
“… There’s no signal out here.”
“Where’s the money you owe me?”
“Have you ever done this before?”
“Did you bring what I asked?”
“I saw you steal that…”
“I think I dropped my weapon.”
“This is the last time I ever do this.”
“Shit, the cops are coming!”
“Wait. I think I heard footsteps.”
“We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“The cops are looking for us.”
“What the fuck is that?!”
“You’re gonna get hurt.”
“Next time, I’ll kill you.”
“It’s my first time doing this.”
“You’re gonna get us caught.”
“You seriously got high without me?”
“You seriously got drunk without me?”
“I’m never doing this with you again.”
“How’d you get all this money?”
“What are you doing out here?”
“What if something goes wrong?”
“I have a bad feeling about this.”
“I’ve never gotten high before…”
“I’ve never gotten drunk before…”
“What the fuck did you do now?”
“Let’s go and do something bad.”
“Whatever it was, it wasn’t human.”
“So are we getting high, or what?”
“I’ll kill the asshole that did this to you.”
“It seems like you’ve done this before.”
“I have to be honest… this car is stolen.”
“What do you mean this isn’t your car?!”
“I shouldn’t have let you talk me into this.”
“What do you mean this isn’t your house?!”
“That’s… a lot of drugs you’ve got there.”
“Please tell me you brought a weapon with you.”
“We don’t have to do this, we can turn around.”
“How much time will they give us if we get caught?”
“Watch the door for me? I’ll be out in five minutes.”
“Maybe it’s the drugs, but I swear I heard someone…”
“This is literally the worst fucking time to hurt your leg!”
“Are you about to go do something illegal? Count me in.”
“The engine is dead and we’re in the middle of nowhere. Fucking great.”
@psychxticrebel cont (x)
It was her anxiety eating away at her, she knew it. Telling her she was getting everything wrong that day, and it felt like NOTHING could be said or done to help her. So she hadn’t even known what she’d wanted when she’d asked, but the moment his lips are crashing against hers she has a moment of CLARITY, wondering if this was what she’d wanted, NEEDED, all along. All her worries seem to disappear and she can only focus on JD and how badly she wanted him to keep kissing her. Weeks of anger, the attraction she’d suppressed figuring he was too old for her, the silent looks between them, it all felt RELEASED into this moment.
She whimpers at the surprise of it all, at how she wants MORE. Hands slide up around the back of his neck, holding him closer. “I-I’m not sure what I meant but I....” She breathes, the two of them still tangled in one another. He was right, it was wrong. But it felt clear they’d just opened some kind of door they were never supposed to open and it refused to be closed. It was drawing them closer, willing them to STEP INSIDE. “Just....shut up.” She whispers before pulling his lips against her again.
psychxticrebel:
@onebadxday wants some jd
starter call // accepting af
“ I’m not saying I’m gonna let you do any talkin’ but if you bring me an interesting story / topic or whatever, I will definitely THINK about discussin’ it on the show… same with any music that you want to hear played, okay? It can be a reward for stickin’ around for a month. ”
Blues light up at the offer, barely able to contain a SQUEE of excitement at the thought of being able to do PROPER work, have her thoughts and interests HEARD. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Arms fly around JD, pulling him into a hug. She wasn’t even sure if he was a hugger, but she was too ECSTATIC to care. The grumpy asshole could damn well deal with it. And the kiss she plants on his cheek as she pulls back. “You won’t regret this, I promise!”
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