Jun 11, 2017
( ✉ → sms ) fuck you. delete my number.
@fawny-trager
[TEXT] : Or what? [TEXT] : I ain’t deleting shit ur gonna have to change it.
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( ✉ → sms ) fuck you. delete my number.
@fawny-trager
[TEXT] : Or what? [TEXT] : I ain’t deleting shit ur gonna have to change it.
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There was NOTHING left of the girl but skin and bones -- last time she'd weighed herself was when she almost overdosed and was taken to the hospital. 86 pounds. EMACIATED. Arms bruised and scarred from needles she'd buried in flesh to get her next high. She would have been DEAD if it wasn't for the older woman who had found her sprawled out on tile in that bathroom stall at the bar. In exchange for some sexual favors, the woman gave her a home to live in, food on the table, and supported her drug habits. Helena wasn't one for commitment, but she felt she owed the woman her life and she truly did appreciate and CARE about her. Her sugar mama's one rule was she wasn't allowed to fuck any other whores -- it had been the HARDEST part of being in this...relationship. Only made harder when she spotted a familiar face she hadn't seen in ages.
"Fawn?" Squinting dark eyes she peered across the room -- trying to make out the details of the woman. Sure as shit looked like her. "What's that baby girl?" The older woman, Samantha, asked. Helena blinked a few times and looked away from the girl who looked A LOT like someone she used to know. It couldn't be Fawn. Why the fuck would she be here? "Uh, nothin'." Probably just the drugs. Lifting her cigarette to her lips she sucked smoke into her lungs.
The sun’s dipping low, blocked out by the buildings a distance away and painting the sky a myriad of warm colors overhead, but the beauty of it’s only given a cursory glance from where the Irishman sits beneath a bridge, tonguing the split in his lip and tossing rubble into the creek. His temper’d gotten the better of him, as it often does, and it’s not uncommon than disagreements get hashed out in a handful of blows. He’s not sore about it, but still the opportunity to go out, to ride for a bit just to clear his head rather than towards some goal, wasn’t one he’d been willing to pass up.
His bike’s on the shoulder, half in the gravel and half in the grass as he’d maneuvered to make absolutely sure it wouldn’t wind up side-swiped by idiots that can’t pay attention to the road, the only real giveaway to his position but he’s not really hiding. Just...relaxing.
She loves me wild child Got a rebel soul with a whole lot of gypsy wild style She can't be tied down but for a while I'll be falling free and so in love Might break my heart but God she drives me wild child She'll be here until she runs Some just have to chase the sun
Kenny Chesney
I want the k
Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number: 11
When alcohol takes a number on her, it really does. From buzzed to straight up reckless, Remy had only come out for a drink. A drink. Just one. But one, from the courtesy of a kind gentlemen, swiftly turned to two, then three, then five, then seven, and the next thing she knows (this stands debatable), she’s doing body shots somewhere in a club far from where she had intended to be. So that’s where she is, half lidded eyes and pin point pupils, Remy’s doing body shots off some girl she swears she’s seen before, pressing her lips affectionately, trailing down, starting from this girl’s stark collarbone.
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[text] But like now I know, men who are vegetarians are significantly worse in bed.
{text; fawn} Red meat must be like, the key to good sex.
When little tough little boys grow up to be dads, they turn into big babies again.
Gary Allen
fawny-trager replied to your post:When Thomas sees pictures of girls getting choked...
"Trust me, Thomas. When a girl likes being choked during sex, she’s not scared of it hurting, and if you do start hurting her, she’ll tap you and let you know." [becauseFawnisTig’sdaughterandwouldhavesomeadviceonthissubject]
now i'm just picturing Thomas going to Fawn for all his sex advice i can't.