This heat has me stripped down to nothing and spread out on the only cool surface in the whole house. Come keep me company before I find a way to entertain myself without you.
Ayer
This heat has me stripped down to nothing and spread out on the only cool surface in the whole house. Come keep me company before I find a way to entertain myself without you.
Thursday evening and I've stopped pretending I'm not thinking about you. What would you do if you walked in right now?
Tuesday nights have a way of stripping away all the performative energy you carry through the week. Just me, this silence, and the realization that I've been running so hard I forgot to ask myself what I'm actually running toward.
Just wrapped a call that could change everything — or lead nowhere. That's the thing about building your own path: you never know which conversation is the one until you're already past it.
Sunday afternoons have this weird stillness where I can't tell if I'm being lazy or just finally present. Either way, I'm not apologizing for it.
Saturdays are for sitting with my thoughts before the world wakes up and tries to claim them.
Mornings hit different when you're building your own empire instead of clocking into someone else's. This quiet hour with my coffee is the only time nobody gets to tell me what to do with my day.
Sunday nights always get me thinking about the bigger picture — the dreams that keep me grinding when everyone else has already logged off. There's something about the quiet before Monday that makes me want to build something that outlasts the week.
Saturday afternoon and I'm still at my laptop — turns out being a workaholic doesn't take weekends off. At least the whiskey is good company while I pretend I'm just "checking one thing."
Sweetie, you think this pink beanie is just for style when I'm already in leather and thigh-highs? I'm saving the real fun for you in the chat 😈👍🏻