I have a pimple in the same spot on each cheek . . . this is not the kind of look I was hoping for.

[Covers with a blanket, sitting right next to.] Still mad at me?

Lizzie's kind of swinging side to side when she mentally checks in on that inner tug-of-war match. “At the moment, no? . . . But that can easily change.”

Her lips press tightly while she processes this new information. If neither of them are presently mad at another, could they possibly hang out? “So do you— maybe want to watch Love Island together until we fall asleep?”

I have a headache— nobody bother me. [If any do, come with aspirin, water and a good attitude to cuddle. It's a bad one.]

Probably what killed you

happy #nationalnudeday. you can look, but don't you touch.

Take me out of this cruel world, make it quick. [This is how dramatic Lizzie can be after nobodies given her attention for a while, laying herself out on the lounge bed with her elegant neck overly exposed for the next bloodsucker on the prey to make their feed. Holds the pose.]

how did—

damn.

wow. two years here today.

Copy/Paste but change what the bunny is holding. (\_/) ( •_•) / >🍄

The flame went out long before the match ever touched her skin and she shakes off the charred remains. "Watch it."

Tell me how I just played that with my bluetooth connected to a different room, cause I was out here thinking there was no sound to the video.

the face of mischief.

“why are you so quiet??” my mind:

she might be off somewhere stealing @ImAFatalist’s sweet ride.

That’s a cool story but she couldn’t have been that desperate if she married one. The better one, might I add. . . I’ve been told that was a soft spot for you? That’s gotta suck.