some recent modeling pictures, I thought of using one of a bunch of these as my mistress picture. The photograoher airbrushed my armpit hair before he sent it to me which i find hilarious.
I wish i could dream with my eyes open, I thought i was killing them, Turns out they were killing me. Been sleeping in this bloodstained slip for days, I can't eat, I can't breathe.
I'm bummed that Voltaire and a few other ladies are gone, But i support anyone’s state of change, evolution.
A few weeks ago i left my homegirls apartment and there was this beautiful black feral mama kitty following my path, wishing to communicate with me, we understood each other on a true animalistic level, I fed her and she licked me, She wanted to show me something and so i followed her to her nest where her son found me, a charming black prince of a kitten, Feral but still trusting enough to get close to me. He had a bloody scratch on his nose from being attacked by the all the male street cats around. I held on to him, and since a calico kitten has joined us. They make me smile in the morning. We are all feral orphan blood.
If i stay even remotely as much a part of society as i am now i'm going to have beautiful vices even if i turn into the cat lady.
Going to see a goddess tomorrow morning, I need her reviving energy.
Love, Lily