But I believe I sort of lied =/ I will probably end up deleting this blog afterall, and quite soon. This isn’t a concrete decision but it most certainly is an option.. I thought I would put it out there so that you guys don’t think I just vanished..
I have another blog that is far more DD/lg oriented but I am not going to advertise it, if you’d like the link all you have to do is ask♡
Okie, NOT being tucked in before bed at night may honestly be thee most terrible thing like ever in life >.< It’s like thee perfect set up for a night terror or an inadequate amount of sleep :(
Coloring pretty pictures with my kick-arse new crayons :D
Errrmeeeegerrrd, too much cuteness in one photo♡
Some days were mentally exhausting.
Some nights were even more difficult than the days.
Coming home to a steadfast loving stuffie helps ease the stress.
Stuffies are always there when you need them.
Stuffies never run away from your problems.
Stuffies make really good listeners.
Stuffies don’t mind if the tops of their heads get matted down with tears.
Stuffies never ask much in return, just giant hugs now and then so they feel wanted.
So true.. I love my pooh bear
Perhaps I need to add another little one to my family, like SOON♡
Get your little butt over here, princess.
Daddy wants his cuddles.
*squees* Yes, Dada♡
Now how on earth did I manage to lose TWO binkys !? Grrr, I am a very unhappy little girl at the moment >.<
The Brat in me
The brat in me needs to push you to your limit at times, because I love the fire in your eyes when you look at me, and I now know I need binoculars to look at the line I crossed way back when.
The brat in me needs to show you who is boss, because you are.. yes I said it you are. I don’t want to be the boss and I don’t act out to have the big shoes.
I may stomp around in your shoes like a child roaming around in over sized shoes, playing dress up. That doesn’t mean I don’t want you to tell me when dress up is over.
The brat in me needs you to give me enough rope so I can peer over the edge at the pretty rocks below but not so much that I fall, because I know truly that with one yank. I am safely by your side all be it with a sullen look on my face cos the Domly one stopped me looking at the pretty rocks.
I’ll sit there all peeved like a sulky little monster slightly irritated but inwardly smiling because I know the rocks were sharp and once again you saved me from hurting myself.
The brat in me needs to feel your hand in my hair and round my throat and around my wrists, when you feel I need it…. Your mouth demanding kisses from my usually gobby mouth, because that’s just the way it should be.
The brat in me yields but only when you give me that look I cannot and would never want to resist.
Never change whoever you are, your brat needs you.
This is for Daddy!