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Thursday, November 20, 2014

"The Other School"

A new scene involving me was just released, and I didn't write about that shoot when it happened (it was during the very dark time of me never blogging, which I hope I'm proving to you is coming to an end) so I'm going to talk a little about it now. :D

The scene is called "The Other School" and it's newly released on Dreams of Spanking. We filmed this back in April (or was it May? One of those months) when I was lucky enough to have Pandora visiting me. The time that Pandora spent visiting was extremely fun. I was very much looking forward to doing this shoot: we had me, Christy Cutie, Maddy Marks and Pandora, plus Paul topping and my vanilla partner, Rafa, helping with camera and lighting. It was a fun day of shooting (half of it was for Northern Spanking and half for Dreams) with a bunch of really great scenes. One of the ones that I enjoyed the most was this one, though.

The plot of the video is that Pandora and I go to a very strict school and our best friends, Christy and Maddy go to a more lenient one. This is made obvious by the differences in our uniforms: Christy and Maddy get to wear fairly "grown up" looking uniforms, obviously not having gotten reprimanded for shortening their skirts, and can even get away with wearing high heels. The school that Pandora and I go to is much stricter, and we wear traditional white and navy uniforms (I'm in a gym slip and Pandora is wearing a skirt and blouse) with flat shoes and have to wear ties.

I don't really know why I didn't just get dressed again for this "behind the scenes" photo. Probably because I'm ridiculous.


After a scene showing the four of us hanging out and chatting, Maddy and Christy convince us to ditch our last period study hall to go hang out with them on Friday. They wear us down from "They will literally kill us, as in, I would be dead" to "well, I guess we are seniors now..." Maddy asks "what's the worst thing that could happen?" and Christy suggests that we'll get a detention another day. Of course, this is a spanking video, so I think you can guess what the worst thing that can happen is.

Obviously, this plan ends badly for Pandora and I, and in my nervousness as we wait to be caned I engage in a lot of excessive anxious hair twirling and the two of us whisper about our fears of what will happen to us next. We're then interrupted by the stern voice of Mr. Kennedy ordering us in.
We filmed this little bit in just a couple of minutes, but it had a strong effect on both Pandora and I. When it comes to school type scenes, we share a lot of the same kinks, and this moment really played into it for both of us. Apprehension, formality, sternness, the bond between those being punished together... all these things were spot on for both of us. I remember after we filmed this bit, Pandora turned to me and said "Well, that's most of my school kink summarized in two minutes" or something along those lines.

Maddy and Christy decide that they feel guilty that we're probably in more trouble than they are, so they sneak into our school, peering into a door that leads to our gymnasium, where they discover that Pandora and I are getting beaten. They decide that they need to confront our headmaster and let him know that it's their fault, too. The caning scene here was tough for me: I accidentally gotten a patch of broken skin a while prior to the shoot and it hadn't healed yet (this is not something that usually happens to me and I was very freaked out by it) but I had still really wanted to participate in the scenes that we had planned. This one, particularly, was one I was looking forward to. Stern, formal school scenes are so close to the core of my kink, and I love doing scenes with a lot of girls in them, especially ones who I adore like these three!



Paul didn't go easy on me: the strokes cut and burned and bit the way that canings always do. I was deeply immersed in the scene and thinking about how I had gotten myself into so much trouble and how embarrassing it was to be getting caned (if you watch the film, my face is bright red when you see the reaction shots). When Paul and I do roleplay scenes together, we're able to slip perfectly into the characters that we're playing. I don't know what's going on in his head, but for me, I'm never aware of the fact that he's my boyfriend and I'm head over heels in love with him. That foundation creates a huge amount of trust that allows me to give up control and just enjoy whatever we're doing, but in that moment, I'm intimidated by him because he's my strict and fearsome headmaster. And after that moment, I'm sky high with happiness at this phenomenon.

Anyway, back in the film, Maddy and Christy explain to Paul that they feel that our misbehavior was all their fault (while both looking adorably nervous) and ask to share the punishment. I really like this whole idea. A lot of the school stories that were the origin of many of my original fantasies focused on the "codes of honor" that students shared about protecting each other, and I find hearing Maddy suggest that they should be caned as well incredibly hot on an unrelated note. Paul agrees and lessens the punishment due to Pandora and I, dividing the 12 strokes we were each due across the four girls and therefore leaving us with six each. Although I was originally getting my strokes over my panties, once the sentence was reduced we wind up having to take them on the bare. Serious ouch. Group punishment means watching your friends get punished, either while nursing a sore bottom or worrying about what will be about to happen to you! I think I got off easiest since I got the first caning, since I didn't have to worry about my own impending beating while watching my friends get theirs:



In the end, we were a sore and well striped bunch of girls:



After we finished filming, there were cuddles all around and we enjoyed hanging out before going on to the next (and last) scene of the day. When we finished shooting, we went out to dinner to celebrate. All in all, an awesome shoot and a scene that I love. I especially appreciate that Dreams released a scene involving me and Paul right after he left: I often prevent myself from missing Paul TOO much by watching scenes involving the two of us. I can dive back into the memory of being there with him, plus, thanks to the miracle of spanking porn, I can hear Paul's voice even on days when I don't talk to him!


Saturday, November 15, 2014

Updates and Friday Night Out (Mostly OT)

Oh hai!

Just a couple of really quick things. First of all, Spanking Awards. I was so excited when, in 2012, I was nominated for Creative Blog of the Year and even more excited when I won. There weren't any awards the following year: I guess brushstrokes has stopped blogging pretty much, and didn't host any awards. Thankfully, my good friend The Chief over at Spanking Blogg has resurrected these awards. It's currently in the nominations process, so I recommend that you guys go check it out and nominate your favorite spankees, spankers, sites, blogs et cetera. I know that on one level it's a silly little thing, but getting recognition is really nice and there are so many wonderful people who work so hard to make the spanking piece of the internet awesome, so go share your favorites!

Secondly, I've just finished removing some blogs from my blogroll. I removed blogs that hadn't been updated in six months (with the exception of Maddy Marks' blog because every time I bring it up she tells me she is going to update again, and she's one of my best friends so I'll let her get away with it!) and any blogs that were not available for the 18+ public to view (those that required a password et cetera). I also removed a blog for talking extensively about spanking children (like, for real, not as a fantasy), which I do not condone or approve of. I also found that two blogs had moved URLs and updated those, so all the blogs on my list should be ones that update at least sometimes and that you can easily access.

That said, I feel like my blog list is currently incomplete. If you write a blog and I don't have a link to yours, please leave a comment so I can add you. If there's a blog you enjoy that I don't link to, please let me know! I want to share as many quality spanking blog links as I can without just going through other people's links lists and copying them.

I hope you all had a good Friday. I finished the work I needed to do early today, so Maddy and I went to the mall and did some shopping. I got new panties and some new pajamas.

I didn't get these leggings. Um, just a little TOO see thru!

I'm feeling very torn about the new stuff that I DID get. Part of me wants to get to wearing it right away due to the epic coziness, and part of me wants to save it until Paul gets back, because I like to wear new things for the first time when he's with me. It seems a shame to wear something brand new and adorable for the first time while sitting alone at home! I suppose I have other options, like wearing them for a shoot or saving some and wearing others, or wearing them for the first time when we're skyping sometime soon. I realize that this is not as big of a deal as I'm making it.

Maddy and I got caught in traffic getting me home after our excursion, so I had to do a quick change from "Aren't you proud that I got dressed and left the house today" to "dressed up to go to a fetish club," which is a significant difference! I managed to make myself presentable to the general kinky public in less than a half hour, though, which is not bad! I was hurrying, though, so I didn't take a picture, but I wore heels. I'm trying to practice wearing heels a bit more, so I don't seem like a baby deer when I walk in them. Anyway, I went to Sanctuary Studios LAX with The Cameraman from the Clare Fonda Sites. They were hosting a play party, and although neither The Cameraman or I intended to play, it was a fun place to hang out and catch up. There was also a live stage show which included four acts. The first part started with play piercing, which I didn't mind watching although it is definitely not "my thing" (I have done it once, for the experience). It then turned into blood cupping, though, and I had to look away. I'm terrified of suction cups. It's a weird thing to be afraid of, I know, but that's just me. The idea of someone's blood being sucked out of their body through their skin makes me feel like I'm going to pass out just describing it here. Since that was literally happening on the stage, I was happy that the Cameraman is very tall so I could angle myself so he blocked the show for me. Apparently after that, the blood was spread around and played with, but I couldn't bring myself to watch that part, either. I guess I'm just squeemish. The next act was a dance routine which involved the performer stripping and then pouring an entire bottle of red wine all over themselves and then head banging, which created a pretty awesome visual effect, but I was glad that I was sitting closer to the back! The next part involved three girls being strapped to spanking benches, but instead of the spankings I was expecting, each was brought to a multitude of forced orgasms with the hitatchi. It would have been a lot more intense to observe if there hadn't been loud music playing, but it was fascinating to see how each one responded to pleasure differently and the motions their bodies made. The final act was another strip-tease which involved some extremely impressive pole dancing. Watching live shows like this is kind of a new experience for me, and it was certainly interesting, if not particularly erotic for me. Of course, I don't expect everyone to cater to my particular kink, but I kept eyeing the fact that there was a stage there, and fantasizing about being marched onto it to be punished in front of everyone... now that's an idea I can get behind!

Anyway, it's late and tomorrow my friend and I are going to Chuck E Cheese (yes, this was my idea, of course!) so I should probably go to bed. Now that I'm posting more often, a lot more posts are off topic from the spanking world, although pretty much everything in my life is tangentially related to spanking. From now on I'll be labeling posts with "OT" in the title if there isn't at least one part that discusses a spanking scene or a concept related to spanking, or if the post does not include spanking related photos.

Night night!

Thursday, November 13, 2014

The Day to Day

As you all know, in the past year and a half or so, I've become really shitty at updating my blog. There are tons and tons of reasons for it, which I think I often explain when I'm talking about this. There are two main ones, though.

The first is time. I'm a busy girl, and I'm glad to be. I pack my days full of doing administrative work for myself, shooting, sessioning, house keeping, cat cuddling, writing, visiting friends and working on two projects that I don't want to mention until they are finished but are very time consuming. I spend half of my year with Paul, visiting with him for three months at a time before he's gone for another three. This ends up meaning that when Paul *is* here, I get wrapped up in wanting to spend all my free time with him, which I honestly think is totally legitimate. And in addition to Paul, I'm lucky enough to have Rafa and Z nearby, and, in case I haven't mentioned it here, to have Z as my girlfriend again (we dated, broke up around the time that I was moving to South Dakota and recently started to date again). Having three significant others in one city means that I spend a lot of time with at least one of my partners. I have to learn how to build blogging into my daily activities once again, and it's been a slow process, but I'm going to keep trying!

The second reason is vulnerability. When I started this blog, I was happy to sit down and just talk about everything that was going on in my life. This was something that slowly changed. My ex didn't want me to write about certain parts of my life. Others seemed off topic. Others seemed to personal, too vulnerable. Things got to a point where my style changed and I only wrote encapsulated little stories or thought pieces. I love writing those things, and really, they're always going to be my best posts, but I've decided that I want to start writing about my day to day life more.

There are some things that I strictly won't talk about: what happens during sessions, for example, is strictly confidential, even if it's funny or poignant. Similarly, I won't share stories that aren't mine to share: I won't talk about things that are going on in my friends' and partners' lives unless I have their explicit permission to discuss it.

But, after that header, I'm ready to launch into talking about things. So, in other words, very little of this post is actually about spanking, so you might possibly find it boring.

Paul went back to England on Monday. The last week of him being here was mixed between trying to get as many things done as possible and me wanting to spend about 90 percent of my time like this:




Paul didn't mind, of course. He wants to cuddle me just as much as I want to him. We snuggled and he spent a long time reassuring me that everything is, of course, going to be alright. I do require a lot of that, and it makes me feel silly sometimes, but that's just me. Paul also spent a lot of time sitting in the yard and reading. The weather has been warm recently, even for Los Angeles and it had been sunny. He said that wanted to load up on sunshine to save for the long, gloomy winter in England that he had ahead of him, and I told him that he was being like Frederick the mouse. He was unfamiliar with this story, so I told it to him.



On Sunday, Paul obviously had plans for me. He had woken up earlier than me, as usual, and I laid in bed longer than I needed to listening to the sounds of him moving around the house. I was keenly aware that soon, I would we be waking up to quiet, and I took comfort in the reminder that he was there with me for at least a little while longer. When I got up, I discovered that he had laid a school uniform out for me. It was one of the ones from the Northern Spanking wardrobe, complete with a cute pink and blue striped tie. I hadn't made the bed that morning because The Baby Monster was sleeping on it, and he looked particularly cute and I didn't want to disturb him. Not making the bed is one of the most common reasons for us to segue into a play punishment spanking scene, and so it began, with Paul pulling me over his lap and lifting my rather short and form fitting navy blue skirt.

He began to spank me with his hand, no harder than the usual for fun spanking, but within a few moments, I burst into tears. I was in a state of total and complete vulnerability, and I couldn't handle very much playing. He spanked me for a while, letting me cry out what really should have been all my tears. When he finished, he pulled me up into his lap and cuddled on him desperately. "How do you feel?" he asked me, as has done from time to time since the very first day that we played together off camera. This time, for the first time, I didn't have an answer right away. I did feel happy to have been spanked, and to be existing in the comfortable bubble of being taken care of. At the same time, though, I felt sad. That was the only word for it. I was sad. I knew that Paul had to go, and I really didn't want to make him feel guilty about it. I just couldn't keep myself together, as much as I wanted to be able to put everything away.

Paul had planned to spend most of the day playing together, but he altered this plan when he realized that I just wasn't up for it. Instead, he spent the time looking after me, and doing everything he could to make me feel safe and secure. We decided to go out to eat at one of our favorite spots (Curry House, for those of you who want Los Angeles restaurant recommendations from me and like Japanese food). Before we ate, we went into the Japanese bookstore, where Paul looked at some historical books and I found the section where they keep the "non nude erotic art", which is essentially tease erotica, mostly focusing on school uniforms and upskirts. The first book I had purchased from that section, School Girl Complex, didn't actually include any pictures with panties in it, much to my disappointment, but it was incredibly suggestively erotic and very beautiful artwork. This time, though, I found one that while it didn't include any explicit nudity, had lots of underwear photos in it. I happily showed it to Paul, who said "That's coming home with us." I would take a picture of the book to show you, but Paul took it with him to England.

Dinner was delicious, as always. We always have the exact same meal there: hamburger curry for and a fruit punch, chicken breast katsu curry for Paul, and a Sapporo. My mood was significantly lighter as we ate, and I focused on the fact that we'd get to talk a lot and that I would keep myself very busy while he was away. Once we'd finished eating, we stopped into the local market, where Paul bought me candy and a Re-ment raccoon figure for my collection of little chumbly animals. From there, I noticed that one of my favorite stores was still open, and dragged Paul over to it. If there's one store where the majority of my dresses comes from, it's this one. Besides selling cute, girly things, they have a cat in the shop, and I always want to go in and pet him. It's a very good business technique, really. I'm friendly with the shop keeper, and we ended up talking for a while. She knows that Paul is my boyfriend and that he goes back and forth to England, and we talked about this for a while. She asked how old we both were, and we joked a bit about our twenty year age gap. I've been coming to this store since the first time that I lived in Los Angeles, so over five years. The store keeper told Paul "Before, she was really miserable. You could see it in her face. Now she's always smiling, look at how happy you make her."

It's true. Even when things aren't easy, I feel so overwhelming lucky to be so in love-- and so loved! I ended up buying a cardigan with cats on it (obviously) and then we headed home, where we had some "alone time" and then snuggled up for bed.

The next day, I made us brunch before we had to leave for the airport. I had worried that I was going to come completely undone, but I was alright. Paul had successfully brought me back to feeling secure and focusing on being loved, not on the distance that was about to separate us. I was surprisingly fine as I drove home. I was maybe a little bit numb, and I took the evening to myself, fucking around and playing video games while wearing my bunny suit (because that's what you do when home alone, right?)

I have a sleepy, no makeup face here :3


The next day was a busy one: in the morning, Maddy Marks and I went hiking, then we met up with her boyfriend, Siq, to go get lunch. After lunch, Maddy and I went to get our nails done, which made me feel tidy and pretty again after having felt slobby for a couple days while I had broken nails. Maddy hung out with me right until I had to leave for a bondage shoot, and after shooting I went out for delicious sushi. I was overjoyed and well fed, and I came home, where I did a bit of work and then went to bed.

Except it didn't work. I have spent most of my life with circadian rhythm issues. For whatever reason, despite having a sternly enforced bedtime, it's very hard for me to go to bed if there isn't someone else there to remind me to. When Paul is here with me, he doesn't even need to tell me to go to bed a lot of the time: I just tell him that I'm feeling sleepy and go get ready, sometimes before my bedtime. But for whatever reason, in an empty house I just don't get sleepy. I grow tired and weary, but my brain remains awake. I was still awake when the sun came up the next day. I ended up dozing a little bit, then getting up and making myself something to eat, after which I pretty much immediately decided to go back to sleep. As soon as I got there, though, missionaries knocked on my door and woke me up. I hid under the blankets. Eventually I fell into a weird, groggy sleep full of strange dreams (those have been plaguing me recently) and I got up around 3:00 PM. I woke up with a headache, thinking it was caused by my weird sleep pattern. I soon realized it was a garden variety migraine, though, and medicated myself accordingly. Eventually, I perked up and got a bunch of work done.

Besides being sad about Paul heading back to England, I'm melancholy this time of year because it's the time of year when my brother passed away three years ago. LOL day made me sad: I remember writing my first LOL day post while my brother was in hospice, just a couple of days before he left us. I've accepted that he's gone and moved on, but that doesn't mean that my heart will ever stop feeling like part of it is dead, too.

Fortunately, I've got a lot of stuff going on in the next few days to keep me distracted.

PS- when I went to label this I was overjoyed to discover that there was already a tag for "bunny suit." I'm the best. :P
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Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Love our Lurkers Day 9!

Hi guys!
This post comes late in the day as I haven't been feeling well today. I had horrible insomnia last night, then did too much day sleeping today, then woke up with a migraine. Definitely not the best. This post may be less coherent than my usual stuff because of this. Be warned.

But, I wanted to make sure I got to participate in Love Our Lurker's Day! I have only done this once, since remembering a date and making a deadline aren't entirely my blogging strong suits. >_<



But, I wanted to remember to do it this year. I wanted to thank all of you who read my blog, since I see how many of you there are. I want to thank you guys for sticking with me as my posting has become more sporadic, even though I regularly promise that it's going to become regular again. I want to thank those of you who comment for making me smile, and encourage everyone else to consider doing so. I know that it's hard: I have to tell myself to comment on the blogs that I read, since I don't instinctively do it. I think that there isn't a reason to comment unless I have something enlightening to say. But when I think with my writer side of my brain instead of my reader side, I remember that a comment that just says "I read this and enjoyed it!" makes me happy. So, when you're reading, please keep that in mind!

From time to time, I get emails from people who are de-lurking for the very first time: it's their first direct contact with a spanko ever. I can't tell you how incredibly precious these are to me. It usually moves me to tears, because I remember feeling ashamed, afraid and alone because of my lifelong interest in spanking. It makes me feel so wonderful when people feel comfortable opening up about this side of themselves to me, and I'm always so excited to help introduce them to the wonderful world that is Spankingland.

I also want to thank the people who helped inspire me to start blogging: Erica Scott, Sophie (who is now retired from blogging but still a wonderful and cherished friend) and Pandora Blake. Their wonderful writing, openness to share and delightful insights into the world of spanking helped me greatly in my quest for self understanding and made me feel alright about opening myself up to the world in a similar way.

Anyway, if you're feeling up to it, please leave a comment here! If you've never commented, introduce yourself and let's start a conversation! I love talking to people, sharing ideas and getting to know them. Even if you have commented before, reminding me that you're still here will bring a huge smile to my face.

Saturday, November 1, 2014

KOTW- Hosiery: Maturity and Security in Stockings


Oh hi! Happy Halloween! I've been out of town for about two weeks and up to my eyeballs in stuff to do once I got back: I'm finishing up a very exciting project and it's taking a lot of time and writing energy (hint hint)! I meant to get this KOTW post up yesterday, but I ended up having an allergic reaction to something and getting hives and all sorts of problems, so my night didn't end the way I had planned it. -_- I'm doing better now, but I'm EVEN MORE BEHIND THAN BEFORE. AHHHHH. I'm going to Maddy Mark's house tonight with Christy Cutie, Paul, Rafa and others to give Halloween a second attempt, so stay tuned for photos from this. Anyway, this post ended up being much more vulnerable than I expected the topic to be, but here you go! Let me know what you think! 

KOTW this period focused on Tights and Stockings.

 Kink of the Week

Starting out in my kink life, I never had much opinion on stockings and tights. Living in South Dakota for two years meant that I wore quite a lot of tights, since most of the year, I had to have them on in order to wear skirts. I had stockings, which I usually only wore with lingerie or during shoots, but neither item felt particularly kinky to me. While I've always thought that I looked cute in tights under clothes, I don't like the way that they make my stomach and butt look when I'm only wearing them. Specifically, the seam down the center and they way it leaves a compression mark on my stomach that looks like a scar is seriously unsexy to me, and sometimes, tights make my butt look... squeezed. This is a feeling that I like: although it's nowhere near my primary kink, I do enjoy the feeling of encasing fabrics, which I think is a lot of the tights fetish for some of my friends who have it. I don't like the aesthetic of this effect, though.
Another problem that I have with tights is the way that they interact with panties. Panties are my second biggest kink, following spanking, and I want them to be accessible both to the eye and to the touch, especially when I'm wearing a dress or skirt. Tights usually end up covering the panties in a way that makes difficult to touch and view. So, tights weren't high on my list of things to wear to play, but they were still part of my every day wardrobe.

Photo by Erofet Imageworks, in 2009 or something like that. Chilling in mountains in some tights and nothing else!
I didn't wear stockings often because I don't often find stockings that fit me well. My legs are pretty long, but my thighs are admittedly fairly chubby. I've never had stockings that fit me just right, positioning themselves right under my butt with only a little bit of a gap. It's easier for me to find garter (suspender) stockings that fit me well, but that's a whole complicated thing itself! Fastening suspender straps, keeping seams straight: stockings are a lot of work.

That said, when they look right, stockings are pretty. I like the way they feel (such silkiness) and I like the vintage air that they lend to an outfit. They're highly feminine in a way that I can truly get behind. If I don't have to constantly fuss to keep them straight (and if they're coming up high enough on my legs to not make me feel self conscious, since my thighs are a big source of self consciousness for me in the first place) they make me feel classy.
But they never were something that I went out of my way to incorporate into spanking play.

I wish these stockings went up three inches higher or so! Photo by Omar, in January of this year
Why didn't stockings "do it" for me for spanking, even if I acknowledged how pretty they are and how nice they feel to touch? Because, in my mind, stockings feel too "grown up" for my head space in most of my spanking scenes. While I like formality, I like "school uniform" formal much more than "stockings and an elegant dress" formal. It's really only in the past couple of years that I've come to enjoy playing more adult characters while getting spanked, a difference which I note in my mind as knee socks vs. stockings. For example, one of my most grown up, powerful bottoming roles on film ever was in Corporate Intimidation for Dreams of Spanking, and what was I wearing at the time?

From Dreams of Spanking, 2013
Stockings have become a bigger deal for me in the past year and a half or so, though, because Paul is particularly fond of them. He says that he finds the gap between my bottom and the top of my stockings (which has so long made me feel silly looking) sexy, saying that it invites him to want to smack the backs of my legs. He particularly enjoys me wearing stockings with heels (another thing which has taken some confidence for me to get into wearing) and suspenders (garters). There's something incredibly erotic for me about wearing something that I know pleases my partner, especially my Dominant partner. When I choose to put in the effort and dress this way, I'm doing something to make him smile, plus I can almost guarantee play time later. It's a way of being subtly submissive out of my own free will, and it makes me feel like a good girl. This isn't to say that I'm only doing it for him. Now, I've come to feel sexy and empowered when dressing this way. But I don't think I would have embraced this side of myself as well without the push to do it to please him.

I'm happy to be exploring more "grown up" spanking scenes sometimes now, with stockings on in all of them, although I feel safest and most secure with knee socks on still. It's a space for me to move into, I suppose. Something that I'll come to own. As I get older and more confident in general, and as having a loving supportive environment instead of one which emotionally beats me down allows me to blossom and be less self conscious and less anxious, I think I'll come to identify more with the character of a powerful, sexy woman who gets spanked despite being very in control (like in Corporate Intimidation) at times, although I suspect that my very vulnerable school girl self will never really diminish. I've changed so much in my time in the scene that I no longer like to predict what, exactly will happen, but I know that this is an area where I'm hoping to grow.   ❤︎