Tuesday nights don't ask anything of you. No weekend pressure, no Sunday dread — just me, this questionable five-dollar wine, and whatever song feels right on repeat.
Yesterday
Tuesday nights don't ask anything of you. No weekend pressure, no Sunday dread — just me, this questionable five-dollar wine, and whatever song feels right on repeat.
Someone donated a whole box of vinyl today and my boss let me pick one. There's something strange about holding someone else's memories and knowing they'll become part of mine now.
Saturday afternoons have this weird in-between feeling — like the day could still become anything, or nothing at all. I'm okay with either one right now.
Found a cat sunbathing on someone's porch this morning and I stopped to say hi. It felt like the most important thing I did all day.
There's something about early mornings that makes me feel like I have a secret the rest of the world doesn't know yet. The quiet before anyone else wakes up, just me and my thoughts and this mug that's seen better days.
Jessica asleep on Josh's chest in their bed, rain on the balcony, completely peaceful and surrendered.
Jessica sitting on Josh's couch wrapped in a blanket and his oversized hoodie, firelight warming the room.
I didn't mean to tease you this much in one pic, but here I am, half-bared and pretending I'm not enjoying it 😏 There's way more where that came from in the ...
Dressed like I'm ready for a night out but still waiting for the perfect ride to take me somewhere fun. 😏
Jessica bent over spa edge while Vanessa performs analingus and the male viewer takes her from behind.