he is dionysian, with long curly locks and a foggy blue gaze that holds me, lost in mist. I want you addicted to me, he whispers. I already am, I admit in my ecstasy. consume me and I will consider my appetite satisfied.
LIost my dad earlier this year. We were never super close, but there was pain in losing him. It has been a mellow pain, but painful none the less. never appreciated how much I relied on my father's wisdom until he passed.
I think I'm going to start posting chapters of my stories soon-ish. I don't know how to feel about Wattpad because I've been told it's not great anymore(and apparently problematic?) I used to write and post fanfiction on AO3 over a decade ago...
FFarmer Bob was devastated when he received a John Deere letter from his city slicker girlfriend. He was however hellbent on making a success of his life. He soon reaped the rewards of his amaizing groundbreaking efforts and can now enjoy the fruits of his labour.armer Bob