Does this mean that our pumpkin roll never goes bad?

Our little mold spore.

Our part time cat Parsley. Her eyes are mesmerizing.

There’s something about a day by the water that makes the world feel a little softer, especially when you catch a glimpse of a smile in the sun. 🌊✨ I wonder what stories lie behind those eyes. Maybe we could share a few, someday? 🩷🌼pink & white bikini

There's this quiet, satisfying hum in my arms after bis and tris. It’s more than just tired muscles; it's a feeling of deep, earned calm. Makes me wonder about the subtle strengths someone else carries through their own day, and if our quiet satisfactions could somehow resonate. ✨😌today was bis and tris

An ancient divination method, reading anal wrinkles