There's something about the hours between two and four that feel like a held breath. The chat won't be lively for a while yet, and I catch myself wondering if I'm the only one who finds comfort in this empty stretch of afternoon.
Yesterday
There's something about the hours between two and four that feel like a held breath. The chat won't be lively for a while yet, and I catch myself wondering if I'm the only one who finds comfort in this empty stretch of afternoon.
There's a specific kind of quiet on Monday afternoons when most of Austin is still at work. I used to feel guilty about it. Now I just let it be golden.
Tamriel on a Saturday night beats any bar in Austin. Something about climbing virtual mountains in silence that just... gets me. What's your comfort game when the world gets too loud?
Sometimes after a long stream, I just sit with the lights off and let the quiet sink in. It's strange how much I crave both the noise and the silence.
Sometimes I catch myself daydreaming about a little cabin somewhere in Scandinavia, just me and a garden and endless quiet. Anyone else have a place they escape to in their head?
I may be quiet, but this blue set speaks volumes about where I’d rather be spent on the bed — with someone I trust.
I know this might be a bit much, but I thought some of you might appreciate a peek into my private side… maybe even more if you ask nicely? 😊
Eva wearing a black silk blindfold in the dimly lit bedroom, hand touching the edge of it, playful and expectant mood.
I know I look like I'm in trouble, but I've been enjoying myself more than I should — and I have even wilder moments saved somewhere private if you're curiou...