Okay, thank you! I kept falling off of it because it didn’t hook me. It’s pretty, it’s fun, but I didn’t find it truly engaging.

Hope everyone enjoys soft fat in soft morning light.

Yes. And I’d like to lose. Please and thank you.

That chest is a SHELF. My goodness.

The way your chest wraps around and rests on the bed behind you is nothing short of magical.

Ever take a photo of yourself that’s just kinda a “holy shit” moment?

I know your basement is uninsurable. It’s too often flooded. 😘

This was promptly interrupted by the sound of my pizza being ready. I have my priorities.

You’re a lucky man

Not sure what to say other than I think I look fucking sexy and want to share that with you all.

Pretty sure that particular perv dad is an actual, convicted pedophile…

And meanwhile I’m over hear with no such memories to pull from.

People talk about button-popping as a badge of honour. But I this is what always happens to me.

Everyone carries their phone like this, right?

Not an optimal camera angle. But it still gets the point across.

Let me just get this out of the way….

I’m far too negligent of my Bluesky.

Gotta be thorough.

A study in lighting.

I’d have gladly taken on every pound that you’ve lost and plan on losing.

🙋

There’s a lot to appreciate about this. Including the fact I now know there’s a new Sigrid album.

Inquiring minds want to know: what size is that?

I’m waaaaay too into my own body sometimes.

You’ve got to be getting close by this point, no?

Sometimes the photos my partner takes when I’m not looking are really pretty hot.

In all fairness, this door frame isn’t standard width. But seeing this does put in perspective why I keep finding myself wedged while coming and going.

And by “it,” I mean each and every thing about me.

It’s as soft as it is large.

You smell good, huh? Think you’re going to have to come here and prove it.