I don't stand out in a crowd. I'm the girl you don't notice, not because I'm unattractive, but because the sight of my friend's cleavage and legs diverts blood away from your brain and takes up all your attention. Not that it matters; if I want you, I'll let you know.
This blog is not safe for work. It covers, among other things, my more unusual sexual fantasies and experiences, most of which my closest friends have never heard about.
“There, I tried it on. Are you happy now, Mom?”
“Fine, if you like it so much, why don’t you wear it yourself? I’m telling you, I’m not taking a step outside in this getup.”
“What do you mean? Distract me from what?”
“Dad just burned all of my clothes?!”
(via taming-a-tomboy)