
Trying to become someone’s favorite doll
A favorite doll is treasured, admired, and impossible to replace

A favorite doll is treasured, admired, and impossible to replace
…that I would become either a nun or a whore.
The truth is, I can be neither one nor the other.
I have spent my whole life swinging from one side to the other, being both and neither at the same time.
I want to be innocent so bad and also full of sin.
I want to have everything and at the same time nothing.
I want attention and I want indifference.
I want to surrender myself and I want to withdraw.
I want to stay and run away.
I want to be pampered, but also hardened.
I want to be respected and I want to be abused…
I don’t want to be this torn anymore… or do I?
I went outside because that’s where I feel like myself, not stuck between four walls… just out there, in the rain and the dirt instead of pretending I have to stay clean.
My daddy knows exactly where my mind goes and somehow he always knows what I need. Every word was chosen for a reason.
Because I’m a mess… his little mess.
Then the door slammed shut and my favorite place suddenly became the worst place to be. I had to climb over the fence, fight my way through the bushes and somehow get back before anyone saw me. My heart was pounding so hard and all I could think about was someone from the neighborhood finding me like that before I could sneak back inside.
But somehow I made it back without anyone noticing…
I was so damn proud of myself.
And so was he… <3
A self-portrait sequence exploring instinct, pursuit and surrender.
Dirt replaces porcelain skin, instinct replaces thought. What begins as curiosity becomes pursuit, until neither remembers who was hunting whom…
I wanted to weave little Alice in Wonderland references and visual puns into something playful for him to discover ✨
I hope you enjoy all the little details as much as he did <3
I always keep an ace in my stocking… or something like that, hehe ✨
I don’t think my lips have ever learned to be patient
I couldn’t resist posting one more 😭
Consider this a Daddy appreciation post 🫶
Never let Daddy forget the things he says 😌
Daddy said he’d consider taking my case to the Brat Council…
Looks like someone chickened out.
Bawk bawk bawk… 🐓
Brat victory? 🤞✨
There seems to be some confusion regarding hydration.
In light of recent events, I would like to present a perfect example of hydration:
*gestures at iced coffee*
Coffee is bean water.
Milk is mostly water.
I trust this clears things up ✨
Anyway.
Doms and brats, what’s the verdict? Because at this point I’m starting to think I’ve achieved diplomatic immunity
Edit: Can someone please explain to my Daddy that being cute is not, in fact, a valid legal defense? 😭
✨Update: I earned myself a punishment✨
Now we wait and see if Daddy can pick up on such a subtle hint
The old banner I was using had a missing apostrophe, and Daddy made it very clear that he didn’t want to be associated with that.
So I made him a new one :3
Self portrait in natural morning light.
…
>!Apparently my Daddy enjoys being called “baka.” For those unfamiliar with the term, it roughly translates to “idiot.”!<
I was specifically asked not to tell anyone.
So please respect his privacy during this difficult time.
I can’t be the only brat with this problem, right? 😭
Pretty sure that’s how it would go 👉👈✨