This post is an Imbolc letter to the one I’m estranged from. Dear one, Many times over the past few months, I’ve wanted to tell you that you are welcome in my home. I know we’re not speaking right now. But I’ve been trying to figure out a way to tell you (for months) that
I’m happy my spouse last night took this picture of my ass. I was wearing the roses swimsuit bottom as chonies. I like the black with flowers. My ass is still very large and beautiful. It’s flat and huge with a substantial upper butt / sacral fat pad. I’m happy my ass is huge and
I have a pocket of feelings I don’t enjoy. I visit them in an addictive way. Usually I skim the surface, but today my spouse was pulling cash from an ATM, and I was sitting alone in the car. I started talking to myself, or talking to the one I love who I should not