#ivideovixen

[psterboyz]

noah ritter for @ivideovixen. now playing . . . the jealous kind (live from the church) by charles wesley godwin.

“ the  thought  of  you  with  somebody  else  just  makes  me  sick. ”

[psterboyz]

jolene "joey" atkins for @ivideovixen.

" you have no idea how long i've thought about having you like this. "

[rghtmywrongs]

⸂   𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓    ﹐    @ivideovixen   ﹐   liked   ₊   inspiration!         ও

“   there's   no   way   in   hell   i   married   you.   i   don't   know   who   put   my   name   on   the   marriage   certificate   or   gave   me   this   dumb   ring   but   i   would   never   do   something   like   that.   ”

[rghtmywrongs]

⸂   𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓    ﹐    @ivideovixen   ﹐   liked   ₊   inspiration!         ও

“   i   genuinely   cannot   remember   the   last   time   i   saw   it   snowing,   ”   chuckles.   “   been   in   snow.   heard   about   a   storm   but   to   actually   feel   it.   remember   when   we   used   to   beg   our   parents   to   take   us   to   the   pinnacles   so   we   can   slide   down   the   hill?   ”

[rghtmywrongs]

⸂   𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓    ﹐    @ivideovixen   ﹐   liked   ₊   inspiration!         ও

“   you're   worried   about   me   but   what   you   should   be   doing   is   keeping   an   eye   on   your   wife…   ”

[rghtmywrongs]

⸂   𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓    ﹐    @ivideovixen   ﹐   liked   ₊   inspiration!         ও

“   have   you   ever   considered   that   maybe   that's   exactly   what   i   want?   you   should   be   with   a   man   able   to   make   you   happy.   ”

[rghtmywrongs]

⸂   𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓    ﹐    @ivideovixen   ﹐   liked   ₊   inspiration!         ও

“   oh,   c'mon   …   humor   me.   tell   me   you   don't   love   me.   just,   make   it   sound   convincing.   ”

[hcrdlife]

closed started for @ivideovixen

her head tilted back slightly, eyes unwaveringly fixed on his. her lips compressed into a delicate line as she slowly nodded, a silent affirmation. every fiber of her being screamed against letting him walk away, against allowing whatever intangible connection had been simmering between them to dissolve into nothingness. “don’t go…” the words escaped her lips softly, carried not by sheer strength but by a fragile, burgeoning courage. she wasn’t certain which emotion propelled her — fear, hope, or longing — but she was profoundly grateful for having found the voice to speak. “…it was worth it for me, too. i’d do it all over again.”