Diary of a Daddy's girl

I'm an uncollared submissive, daddy's girl, writer, slut, kinky lil thing, knitter, music lover, yogini, poet, dreamer, creator, human, lover, pea, angel, and genuinely naughty girl.

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I do this thing when I’m between Dominants.

I borrow laps.

I reinvest in relationships with the Dominants I respect, and borrow their energy for a bit.

(via daddys-wittle-puppy)

Introverts don’t get lonely if they don’t socialize with a lot of people, but we do get lonely if we don’t have intimate interactions on a regular basis.

Sophia Dembling, The Introvert’s Way: Living a Quiet Life in a Noisy World (Perigee Trade, 2012)

(via inhabitude)

I’m my own Daddy.

I know this because I

have to remind myself that I

don’t need a rescuer

over and over and over.

Which is precisely what an excellent Daddy would do.

You should not
have to rip yourself
into pieces to keep
others whole.

i am seeing less and less of you, Emma Bleker)

(via shell-seeker)

(via the-beauty-of-words-blog)

I’m having a sad. 

I really thought I was past the tears, but they snuck up on me tonight. Most nights I’m really lonely now. I try to keep myself busy with projects, but tonight it didn’t help. 

I keep thinking I can do this on my own. I can be brave and be the big girl and I don’t need a rescuer, but I miss being someone’s specialest girl. I miss feeling little. I miss knowing that if the world ended tomorrow someone would be reaching out and holding my hand the whole time.

I’m having a sad.

I really thought I was past the tears, but they snuck up on me tonight. Most nights I’m really lonely now. I try to keep myself busy with projects, but tonight it didn’t help.

I keep thinking I can do this on my own. I can be brave and be the big girl and I don’t need a rescuer, but I miss being someone’s specialest girl. I miss feeling little. I miss knowing that if the world ended tomorrow someone would be reaching out and holding my hand the whole time.

Sometimes missing someone means

missing their energy….

…the way rooms feel when they’re in them.

(via deadgirls)

Not having a boyfriend or Dom or Daddy means filling my evenings with my favorite hobbies. So I’ve been writing and reading and going for long walks.

It also means a boring blog (sorry folks) and yoga. LOTS of yoga.

It feels as if I’m walking around with a big, throbbing neon thought bubble over my head.

(via dirtyberd)

I just want back
in your head.

I just want back

in your head.

(via daddysdoli)

sharpteetheyesinfront:

I’m a big girl.

I can take care of myself.

Repeat.

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