Victorey - Tumblr Posts
''Take all of me, I just wanna be the girl you like, the kind of girl you like, girl you like''
Warning, Sleeping Lord Inside!
-casually spreads orange caution cones around you, standing back to admire her work until gently placing a sticker against your forehead-
#if i unwrap my blankets is this what ill find?!?!?!?! #oh my maah this is peefect! #alas i may be thinking to much but i wonder if that pair of panties would like to work for me #i’m open to employ! #victorey #because my vic deserves to have panties that work hard~
That may have been a sight for your eyes to get all shimmery over, but you see, in my desperation for survival I HAD TO TRADE THEM IN TO A WORK LABOUR CAMP AND WEAR UNFLATTERING SWEATS. YOU MAY NOW REFER TO ME AS THE DEMONESS OF BEGGARS.
I will be sharing my story for only a short, very inexpensive price of my beloved GETTING HIS HOODLUM BEHIND OVER HERE TO LOVE ME!!!!!!
So, here's my predicament. There's this guy, he's more of an un-tamed, highly dangerous pussy-cat if you will.
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The moments where we do nothing at all are the most important to me. To think you love me enough to stay when I'm the least bit exciting makes me want to be lazier just for you~ /Chuckles/
The memories burned hot hurts
She didn't make that shit, I did! She just took it because I burned her Wal-Mart rewards card. Just spiteful...
song qian giving her self made cake to her fans ヽ(^o^)ノ
I feel like this would be the only method of transportation that could get you ‘physically’ inside a Walmart, or general department store.
The Birds And The Seeds.
I was driving idle one morning with no destination. My heart was heavy with pain from days prior and my mind grinding at the Spector I called thought. It was haunting and dim but in the midst of my revelry I was brought to a hault. Among loose leaves and debris so carelessly left in the street lay an injured bird. One wing had been broken and its orientation stirred. How could anyone leave such a creature after an accident was beyond my conception. Thus my once heavy heart now bled and my grinding mind now focused. I brought my vehicle to a stop and without a second thought I picked the bird up from its place and brought it to a tree. "I can't help you.....I don't know how. I CAN give you a safer place to be" I said as the bird struggled. I left it inside the small hole of an old neighborhood Norwood oak in.hopes that it would not perish. With despair and concern over its fate I uttered "Ya Allah, keep this bird in your plans and let it not expire without knowing humanity tried". I left, watching from my rear view as the tree shrunk and chirps were heard no more. My day no longer felt missionless nor my doings idle. I now felt proud and engulfed with vigor. However, that feeling was. balanced with a feeling of irrelevance and worthlessness. "I couldn't ensure that birds life. I couldn't not repair its injuries. I couldn't only shift its place. Oh how significant that was....." Later on in my now eventful day I reflected on my pride. How instead of learning to accept defeat and my own limitations, I over compensate with control and power in my relationships. It was all I had since at a young age my control was ripped from me through means untasteful. I looked at my hands and the trail mix within and uttered "seed". I unknowingly compared myself to a haughty seed. Seeds are strong and resilient, enduring and compact. It embodied all that I pretended and wanted to be. Virtually indestructible and needed for nourishment they were. I smiled but it would only last a millisecond. "How is it that something so strong sprouts into something so fickle and frail? Suddenly going from self reliant to in need desperately. Water, sun, air, and soil all control a sprouts life. Who needs a sprout?! "They are too weak!" It was then I wished to never grow. But why? Did I really wish to miss being something more, blooming simply because I would be vulnerable and dependent? No! Sprouts grow into beautiful things! They show the world how the small and insignificant can become the very soul and brace others need. They turn into flowers that feed bee's, the bushes that shelter small animals. However most of all, they become the trees the shelter us from the sun and rain. The tress that root our memories and supply our fuel. The tall branches that hold the very nests that birds will one day soar from. "So how can being a sprout after all that be bad?" I was bombarded with this epiphany while starring at my hand. I didn't need to be a seed. I did not need power or control. It is true that I was unable to control that poor birds fate or do more to secure it. However I could shift it and give it some safety to one day soar again. It was a tree I placed it in. If that tree had been like me, unwilling to ever grow from a seed, that bird would be lost and exposed. I was forced to thank that tree and that bird for helping me see my flaw. I may not have all that I want, but I love hard and I try my best to protect my relationships, even if it's just a simple shift. That is indeed the best I can do some times and most times that is the best thing to be done regardless. Birds and seeds..... who knew the two could save lives! What I was getting at with all of this is.....I love you Victoria. There is so much I want to do for you. I would set my life on fire and brimstone to see you smile. I wish I could be stronger for you. To have saved you from every pain and tribulation that has ever touched your skin. It hurts to not be able to do that. I wanted to be that seed so BAD! But if I am, ill never be that tree that will shade your heart and support your ambitions. I have to become vulnerable and place my heart on new leaves so that you can shower me with the affection I sometimes unknowingly fear. Forgive me if I have ever offended you or broken even a shard of your heart. I just hope you will stay around long enough to heal with me so I can see you soar. Just know that no matter how high you fly I'll be rooted in the soil you nurtured so deeply that you can always come back to rest. The Lord -Maahes
The face I give Victoria when she takes everything I've so diligently placed in OUR basket back while in the checkout isle.
Its not just your refrigerator Damn you! Hows about you put them expensive ass HoHo's back get the knock off Jo'Jo's so we would have money left for my JellyBelly beans!
More to add is the irrelevancy of the shit markings in said anons panties. How do I know they wear panties you might ask? Because anyone who could recklessly leave a comment on a blog they "willingly' follow that's dedicated to another's whimsy is a ball-less bitch who needs a fucking summer job outside of being a WolfPuss on tumblr.
That is all.
Now who wants ice cream?!
Anon-shi. While you may view territorial markings as unneeded. There is just something very personally satisfying of leaving little marks to let people know just by a glance. -smiles innocently- leave me noona be~
{ —seriously almost dies omg } Those were quite un-innocent like words of you to say, little jjongie.
but yes, you should all listen to this man. He knows what he’s talking about. My utmost gratitude for his wisdom.
victoria and her fake eyelash mustache
