i have a good life.... we could.... WE COULD—

seen from Canada

seen from Finland
seen from China

seen from Canada
seen from Australia
seen from United States

seen from Australia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Hong Kong SAR China
seen from Russia

seen from Canada
seen from Malaysia

seen from Morocco

seen from Morocco

seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from Albania
seen from United States
i have a good life.... we could.... WE COULD—

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
omg omg, i’m currently reading one of your fics and the thing with the eraser and pencil “perfectly perfect” thing!! I DO THAT!!! when i make something nice and pretty and perfect and organized, i always say ‘perfectly balanced as all things should be’ BECAUSE MEHDMEBJSSNSHDJ. THANK YOU 🤍🤍🤍
YOIRE WELCOME BC I DO IT TOO OMG WHAT
okay but.... I share my moon sign with 3 of my biases?
Wait fuck you're elderly scrolls? I've been following this blog and that blog for a while im shitting
GFDHGJDGFD YEAH ELDERLY-SCROLLS IS MY GAMING SIDEBLOG OMFG THAT’S AMAZING
more A-level commissions! (THANK YOU FOR ALL THIS WORK I WILL WORK HARD TO STAY HARD WORKING)

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
I'm in a box currently.
What I mean by box is really being a little car put on tracks so that it can never deviate.
Tracks that I always get locked into. A little bit of desire, a little bit of providence, a little bit of accident.
I once saw a tarot reader when I was about 15 or 16. He told me that I would never have much control over my life direction, despite my efforts.
As motivated as I am, I have noticed that I always happen upon circumstances more than I would like.
I feel like a ship who has continuously been yanked off course due to strange, random winds.
Its as if my life has always been ten steps ahead of me for better or for worse.
Not a complaint as much as an observation.
Destino es real...
So... today was different. And it makes me a believer of fate, that fortuitous wind that can either guide us to a person or away from disaster. I'll try to avoid speaking metaphorically unless I'm feeling really prosaic or can't find a way to describe something bare bones. There's this girl I went to high school with. A year after graduation I saw her at Walmart. But I was preparing to go to prom with another girl and I was so entranced by her. I deluded myself by thinking the girl I was taking to prom would be mine for some time when she wasn't even mine at that moment. Fast forward to after May 7 of that year and the inevitable distancing began, until there was enough distance to make an eighth sea... And I thought back to the aforementioned night at Walmart, what if I'd said more to her, or at least exchanged contact information. 2006 I enrolled at a local junior college and it'd occurred to me to search for her using a people search; I wrote to her towards the end of that year. Around 2007 it was relayed to me that she didn't remember me, and to not contact her ever again. I heeded the admonishment. 2008... 2009... I saw her on numerous occasions. Once at the mall. Once at Walmart (again). 2010... This year I saw her often at the laundromat. The first time I recall trying to avoid eye contact and possibly making a scene (her mom was with her). If the last thing you want to do is create a scene, the second to last thing you want to do is have an involuntary part in one. I was feeling a mixture of embarrassment and anger. I tried to reach her before and failed, and I was angry with the fallout that resulted. How it could've been averted if she'd acknowledged who I was instead of casting me as some stranger. I wrote her on Facebook and told her that it was me that sent the letter. I apologized for making her feel uncomfortable. I mean, if you received letters from someone you don't know or know very little about, what would your reaction be? You have to be willing to see a situation from another person's perspective. The next time we met, she spoke. I felt the change, subtle as a tremor. Things didn't feel awkward anymore. The guilt and embarrassment I felt had begun to fade. Our most recent encounter at the laundromat resulted in her and her mom offering us a ride home, and subsequently we exchanged numbers on Facebook. Today my mom wanted to put an iPod in layaway for me, and they took us to Walmart, and afterward we went to Target and Krispy Kreme. If someone told me after that message was relayed to me that I would get in contact with her in the future and one day we'd hobnob in Target and her mom would pick up random shirts from the clearance rack making suggestions of what would look best on me, I wouldn't have believed it. So it's amazing how you can come full circle in life, from the nadir of a situation to the pinnacle of triumph or exuberance. If we just stay friends, I can attest to the veracity of fate and how things that you never would've thought possible can be just a heartbeat away from happening...