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izzy's playlists!
i don't do bad sauce passes
we're not kids anymore.

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One Nice Bug Per Day
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@roselynnangeline
I turned 32 last Saturday. It has been an adventure. 💕🎂💕
Who’s going to keep me as their personal little breeding bunny 🥺💓
Did you miss me? 💕
When your Dom loves your curves. ✨💕
Life has been weird, but I’m weirder.
Hello, my freaky darlings. 💕
please reblog this if it is okay to anonymously confess something to you.
Confess something to me
🫦✨ART✨🫦
I am ✨ART✨🫦
tumblr tuesday: today, we celebrate every woman...
…whatever powers she may possess (@fionacreates):
…who feels things just as she should (@papaartistakabettyrose):
…whether she be the rescuer or the rescued (@vetyr):
…with hair that’s beautiful, everywhere (@stoffbergart):
…whatever journey she may be on (@jeniferprince):
…however many underestimate her (@refrigerator-art):
…however she comes to be herself (@thetranspositivitycafe):
…with or without a cape (@asknicorobean):
…whether she be a goddess of the waning moon (@painted-maypole):
…or a goddess of the waning year (@samticore):
…who cares for her family, whatever shape that takes (@druidart):
…who dreams (@strijkdesign):
Have a good, safe International Women’s Day. You deserve it all.
If I ever had a type, it’s Bram Stoker’s Dracula, The Replacements, or Constantine era Keanu Reeves. 😍
A piece of my world. ❤️
me revisiting my scene phase playlist
Resending the shivers from my spine that you caused. Revoking the invitation to allow you anywhere near my vulnerability.
This has happened before.
I can taste them, the truths you try to keep hidden. Until I ask the questions that cause you to stumble over your words like a drunken sailor onto the street after a night at the pub.
Many have come before you, and many will come after. But once I feel the toothache rot from within you, my Vicodin sweet flesh withdraws. I am not some cheap thrill for a night.
I am not a quick fix for a dentist.
- The A.M. Demon