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â holy shit that smells amazing -- â
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@withflour is getting HAUNTED .
â holy shit that smells amazing -- â

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â IâM WORRIED THAT I   blew my only chance. â
@withflour  âŞÂ WHISPERS IN THE DARK - MUMFORD & SONS
â holy shit , that pie looks AMAZING. dâyou mind if i , uh , try a little ? if not thatâs totally , one hundred perfect fine. obviously. just , yâknow , they always end up burnt whenever i try making anything. â      to be fair , after being on the road towards the site for her next magic show for a couple days & surviving mainly off cheetos , aubreyâs reaction to seeing a whole - ass pie is maybe a teensy bit more emotional than usual. please , be patient with her. Â
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WAITRESS ( THE MUSICAL ) STARTER MEME THING, part one !
NOTE: some quotes / lyrics have been altered for diversity and / or to make them more realistic when it comes to dialogue. WARNINGS: pregnancy, babies, infidelity, food, earl huntersonâs existence.Â
âa dream is a soft place to land.â âam i boring you?â âam i making you sick?â âa tattoo of their own name might be useful. just in case they forget who they are.â âcome on, youâve waited long enough.â âdoes your ass ever get tired of the constant crap that comes out your mouth?â âdo not insert the test stick into your vagina.â âdown with the recipe; bake from the heart.â âdust the flour out of your brain.â âeven doubt can be delicious.â âfrankly, i donât now what iâve got to give you.â âfunny how one night can ruin your whole life.â âhe didnât just slip and fall into your vajayjay!â âhello! howâve you been?â âHI MOMMA!â âhowâd i ever get myself in this mess?â âhow pregnant am i?â âi am changed, i am a mother.â âi canât have an affair because itâs wrong and i donât want my partner to kill me.â âi canât go there.â âi canât help from hoping to find someone to talk to.â âi could find the whole meaning of life in those sad eyes.â âi donât claim to be proud, but my head wonât be hung in shame.â âi donât know how to do this!â âi donât know what i wish i had.â âi do stupid things when i drink.â âi feel too much and find it usually hurts.â âi havenât felt anything like---- i havenât felt in a very long time.â âi just had too much coffee, thatâs all.â âiâll never forget you.â âiâll show them all how goddamn happy i am!â âi like the way most of the days look exactly the same.â âi love what youâve done with your hair. tell me, howâd you get it to come out your nostrils like that?â âiâm bound for a swim in a pair of cement shoes.â âIâM HAVING A SMALL ANXIETY ATTACK!â âisnât it amazing what comes our way?â âit doesnât matter now youâre here.â âi tend to be sort of neurotic.â âitâs a bad idea, me and you.â âitâs better to know.â âitâs happening, itâs really happening.â âitâll all over the fucking house!â âitâs something i never got the chance to ask them about.â âi will guard you with my life.â âjust calm down, god damn it.â âlisten to my horoscope before you leave.â âmake that coffee strong enough to chew!â âmay we all be so luckyâ âmost days, i donât recognise me.â âmy mother always used to tell me âyou could live to be a hundred if you gave up all the things that make you want to live to be a hundredââ âno place is perfect.â ânot everybody wants to be a parent, that doesnât make me a bad person.â âno, stop, you love that guitar!â âoh, i love that dress! the way it sparkles, it looks like an ice skating outfit!â âread the instructions.â âshoo!â âsometimes i just feel like running away. what kind of a person does that?â âTHE BRITISH ARE COMING!â âthe fuller the condiments, the fuller the experience.â âthereâs no time for thinking things like that.â âtime to pee on a stick.â âweâre going to the beach! pack us a lunch!â âweâve got too much to do.â âwhat a mess iâm making.â âwhatâs inside?â âwhat the hell am i gonna do with you?â âyou are the queen of kindness and goodness.â âyouâre jealous of a baby?â
he follows her around the diner as she closes up like a lovesick puppy, lopsided grin sloppily resting into his features. he w a s talking, but then he got caught up in watching her-  the way she acts, her mannerisms-  & dear god, sheâs beautiful.
itâs about at this moment that he realises heâs been staring & head ducks, blush colouring pale skin. by the way heâs acting, youâd think he was a TEEN.   â right, uh. sorry, i got distracted-  you distracted me. in a good way, donât worry. youâre just .. iâm very glad youâre the way you are. â  itâs a RARE MOMENT of laying his feelings on the table. itâs something that should be cherished. an emotionally stunted man, such as himself, can only do this so often.  //  @withflour

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        chell sits and reflects most days, without stopping for food -- thinking makes her angry, and anger makes her sick. when jenna approaches with a slice of pie and that pained work smile, chell cannot return it, and only nods her thanks in silence, gesturing for the other woman to sit down, if she wished. the mute has secrets hiding in her eyes.
                   ITâS A PRETTY GOOD BAD IDEA                                        (they totally agree)
I tell myself that you might make sense                             and make good what has been just so bad.
                  do you like adults with good hearts but very poor choices? then say hi to:                    jim pomatter and jenna hunterson of the 2015 stage musical waitress                                   baked by kitty and prescribed by a.
@withflourâ | happy birthday! đ
lanky frame standing in the kitchen doorway, leaning against it with a lack of finesse and filled to the brim with tiredness; the gray eyes that take her in couldnât be more alert, more awake. sheâs in her element, existing in her own world as she moves through the paces of what she does best; what she was born to do, for certain, which he could tell the first time he ate one of her baked goods ( unearthly, and the verdict still stands ). to have the chance to see her like this as often as he wants to; as often as she, and his work schedule, lets him is a luck that feels nearly undeserved, with all that is lying behind them, in the rare view mirror. the train wreck of a mess theyâve made  ⸺  HE made of his own life, as he stumbled from the piles of the south towards rebuilding his own damn self and life; with her far away and more than happy enough, overall happier than himself. ( or so he thought. )Â
but they made it past the collateral damage and found their way back to each other. and he wouldnât have it any other way, with how his heart tells him that this is where he should be, where he belongs. where HOME is; shaped to be. her, baking a pie on her own birthday, it couldnât be more in character, couldnât feel more like home; and he nearly doesnât dare to disrupt the peace and perfection in front of him. patience is only wearing so long, though, after nearly a whole day apart; and itâs with determination born out of the purest intentions that heâs moving forward to break the spell hanging over the room; stopping her as sheâs on her way of getting something from the higher shelf.
a kiss in greeting; both hands on her face and leaning down; already smiling brightly before he even reaches her. the warmth is pouring out of him, the love too, and to have her so close still feels better than winning the lottery. she fits against him familiar and welcoming, the best it can get for him. puzzle pieces slotting into place.
âhappy birthday,â is his shortly strung addition to his actions before his face turns back into the sunny smile. a kiss on her forehead; the top of her head, then he speaks again. âhappy, happy, happy birthday. i love you. and i have a present for you, but i think your daughter kidnapped it and wanted to give it to you. but still, happy birthday.â