Tinderella's Hidden iPhone Folder

Crescents of Light

I came for the pictures ...

Time ticks slowly in quarantine, the hourglass sand hangs suspended in dead air. It could be yesterday or tomorrow. Daybreak melts into twilight into daybreak in a ceaseless, meaningless loop. This house is not your house, these things are not your things, you exist in a mirror version of the former life. I am just the girl next door spinning round and round on a stool waiting. So I started buying French lingerie, harnessing the powers of light, shadow, and aperture, and crafting fantasy. Is there anything that makes you feel more alive than showing your body to a hundred strangers? Here’s to breaking the loop, one tit pic at a time.
... but stayed for the writing.

Thank you for sharing so openly :rose:
 
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