well, i have to pay those debts off somehow, and i was never going to be... a stud!

Main House
"What?"

What?

Was this not a done deal? Maybe not a deal-deal, but she wasn't just going to take you backing off as some indication that you were happy, neither did she feel like you exactly shone a green light for her to proceed with investigating, you know, some knowledge of how your feelings worked, or explore why…

…as foundational concrete and structural rebar to begin the much more difficult process of building up how to make it better, or even make a good-faith attempt in that direction.

…and it was from that place of incomplete understanding, this area that stressed Holly out, that the tone in which you reflected your understanding back to her about Leo, it all seemed to kinda land. Rough, but not disastrous. Worthy of the slightest tension around her features and a single degree of off-axis consideration.

The way a layman could detect something slightly off about a picture or sound without the need to be a painter or musician.

"…so what's my word worth to you, then?" Or were you planning on just hitting her with that and—oh, yeah, you were leaving.

"Hey~ come on…" Holly disappeared the rest of that warm honeyed water and slipped from the stool to follow you towards the bedroom, stockings muting her pursuing footfalls. "You know you can just be part of it, you know…"

As she followed you in, she continued.

"Never once were you un-invited! I want you there! I want you in general! I—"

The panicked bird-squawk of her slipping, followed by a crash of limbs against floorboards just beyond the bedroom door.

(l/p)

and to have support for sagging udders

a treat to be working inside the house

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what a start to a story

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what a start to a story

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I got accused of cheating.
With absolutely no proof
Screamed at
While the ghosts
Of previous relationships
Played through her head

I wasn't.....

pads in, dirty, naked and sweaty

I said this

Well if women were more honest with who they are, maybe so many men would not get tricked

Look at this response

I think in many ways men want to be tricked. And in many ways women use trickery because it actually works. Not saying it's right, mind you.

No accountability

Not....
Sooooooooo not

Self entitled assholes
Who make that thing
Between their legs not worth
It, due to packaging

They'll say they
Can't afford therapy
Buy go look in their
Closets and make up cases

Their bathrooms ..

Shit, I made a comment
On how women should
Should spend less time
And money looking
Good On the outside
And spend more
Time and money looking
Good On the inside

And I got attacked like
A dead wildebeest
In Africa
Swarmed like vultures

Main House
"What…"

Birthdays were Holly's favorite thing, and you knew that. Everyone gets one party guaranteed every year, so the more people you knew the more birthday parties you got to hold, it was just plain math.

The very idea that they never held a Brix birthday party felt criminal, given how many parties your music likely decorated, played by some stranger for some occasion they never will know about.

"Yeah, well…" and [Generic Dax-based rebuttal] tried to make a break for it between her synapses before being captured under a pursuit spotlight and then picked off by a mental sniper. "…like I said, he's exploring some identity stuff, he doesn't have a lot of people to talk to and you didn't exactly make him feel safe. I want to help him, it makes me feel like a slightly-less-garbage human being, it's borderline-selfish…"

A dull ache grew across her ribs as she continued her lean against the island, and she eventually let your hand go so she could sit like a person again with a wince. "Owwie."

"Anyway no I love it when you send me that nerd shit, like hell yeah I wanna learn more about, erm, the detailed history of the Cross of Lothair, just it's gonna take a second for me to get around to it. I just mean that, like, when it's just two hours of shitting on a bad movie or something…"

Oh, and there it is, the neural equivalent of a double-take, stumbling over your feet and words. That sympathetic activation of her own neurons and unthinking capture of her lower lip as if to stymie the explosive expansion of her own grin.

"Obviously. It's still so fuckin' weird to me that you think I'm just out there trying to replace you? Where's that shit even come from? Like when you see into my head, or like model a predictive fuckin' HollyGPT in your brain, like what's she even look and sound like? I wanna meet this bitch."

Delilah, yes i know, she is the 5th grand baby...they grow so fast..they all have lil nick names...hers is little miss unicorn..named by her sister(4) little miss lady bug..they are going to hate those when they get older, brother cornbread(8) already hates his..chuckles..

thank you all..
smiles...

Here's even the better
Thing..
Right...Men bitch about
It
And other women will
Find a way to blame it on men

You're picking the wrong
Partner
You're looking in the wrong
Places, You're You're You're You're You're

Never taking responsibility

I guess that's why they make
Ball gags right?

But who even wasn't to bother?

These days you need a therapist
License just to date

Maybe because I've
Jumped up a few levels
In my life ...
Grown beyond the need or want
To accept such behavior

Cowabunga

Plum

Unwashed
Unclean
With unresolved issues
Spewing from them
Like an eternal menstrual
Cycle

No tampon for that shit