 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by aila at on 23.01. at 21:38:27 my life has just about c.me crashing down upon me and only just now (as in within the past few seconds) have i wanted to c.me out of my shell. i can only hope this is one of those things that gets worse before it gets better. utterly broken-hearted and dispirited, i'm surprised i haven't blown my fucking brains out. something out there wants me to live. now on a more positive note, i'm making a few new friends in my new city, so things may be looking up. of course my fetish is still as intense as it ever was, since i can't seem to get enough of tights-clad feet. jay was tickling my pink-tighted feet mercilessly a while ago and just about gave me an orgasm. (the things i would do to him if he weren't my brother.) i returned the favor by kissing his white tights-clad feet up and down and licking between his toes. he's one of the very few things sustaining me these days. i wish i could spread the sort of happiness i used to, but my heart is too bad-addled to even want to smile. okay, i'll shut up now. aila(rarely is the question asked: is our children learning?)wearing: white t-shirt, brown plaid pj pants, pink tights underneathfeeling: murderous or suicidal, fine blurred linereading: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. it can only be described as angst-ridden. Answers to this message:
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