#oh jas

[backstagejas]

Jas,24

💼 Cenógrafa 🎓 UBC

seria trágico se não fosse cômica a quantidade de tempo que eu passei pensando nessa descrição. eu gosto de pessoas lugares e coisas. desculpa, eu realmente não sei o que eu to fazendo. 

[the-paper-turtle-dove]

I missed these nights

Where we lay in our beds

With your soft music playing

And our thoughts in our heads

Is it 8:30? Or three minutes till ten?

I'll find out tomorrow

Alone in my bed

[its-jaspermiller]

[text] Good? What am I meant to do with that answer?

[text] i… don’t know[text] i didn’t know what to do with your answer either[text] which is where the “good” came from[text] i have no idea what i’m doing to be quite honest with you

[askagentsitwell]

(("My muse is drunk and walks up to your and hugs them. How does yours respond?")) "Uh, sir? Not that I particularly mind persay, but why did you just hug me?" I looked him over. "Oh, come on. You're drunk. Like, wasted. Great. Ugh." /Okay, so, this month's sign the universe hates me./ "Sir, we need to get you to your quarters. Where would they, uh, be?"

"Now, Now, agent." Jasper gave the happy grin of the over imbibed.  "It was just a hug.  Anything more would be entirely inappropriate, but thank you for asking." 

[askagentsitwell]

[text] I'll be there with bells on. [text] Red wine alright? - Ainsley

[text] Sounds perfect.  [text] wait.. not literally right?

[askagentsitwell]

When he returned home from work, in his mailbox was a small box tapped with red lip print. Once inside and opened, he finds a long pair of red stockings, garterbelt, and matching bra and panties. A small note is at the bottom of the box. "Dear Jasper, I seemed to have misplaced some very important articles of clothing. Perhaps you could help them find their way home, darling? Love, Ainsley"

Jasper brought the package inside, even though the had a good idea who it was from thanks to the siren shade he performed the usual scans then opened it and just stared for several moments.  Then he stared at his phone for several moments. Trying to figure out what to say.  Deciding that talking was too complicated, he sent out a text:  ”Lose Something?” 

[thewafflemonster]

I woke up this morning and when I entered the kitchen I saw my mom had bought a fresh thyme plant. I just watched it for a moment and then smiled because it made me happy~