Anonymous asked:

I'm thinking about trying pull-ups or goodnites but I'm not sure what size is the right one. you're thin like me, what size do you get?

I’m 5’5” and about 117lbs…try size LX goodnites. They’re supposed to fit up to 125lbs and are super stretchy. I’ve had pull-ups before but I forget what size…maybe 5? Lol I’m getting blushy answering this question but hope I helped!! 💜💜💜

Time won’t fly, it’s like I’m paralyzed by it.
I’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it.
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own.
Now you mail back my things, and I walk home alone.

dom-daddy-r
merry-babygirl:

allysdaddy:

“Don’t you do it little lady.” She rolled her eyes at him as her tongue slowly snaked its way out. “Don’t! I told you no sweets before dinner.” Her tongue darted out, flicking up up a sprinkle. Sticking out her tongue again she blew a raspberry as she bolted to her feet to run away. Her feet tangled in her dress sent her falling to the floor, her purloined cupcake flying far across the kitchen. With a thud she met the tile and as pain sunk in she cried out. “Daddy!” She looked around, lost in a panic. “Oh come on now little one.” kneeling down he helped her sit up. “Are you hurt?” She nodded softly as he looked her over, she pointed to her knee. Focusing his attention he looked closely. “Uh oh.” His sudden exclamation pulled a whimper from her. “I think we are going to have to remove the leg. We will take it off just above the hurt knee. Sit still I will get the knife.” Her eyes went wide as he motioned to stand up. “NOOOOO! Don’t cut it off. It will be okay it just needs medicine…. Cupcake medicine.”

So cute.

merry-babygirl:

allysdaddy:

“Don’t you do it little lady.” She rolled her eyes at him as her tongue slowly snaked its way out. “Don’t! I told you no sweets before dinner.” Her tongue darted out, flicking up up a sprinkle. Sticking out her tongue again she blew a raspberry as she bolted to her feet to run away. Her feet tangled in her dress sent her falling to the floor, her purloined cupcake flying far across the kitchen. With a thud she met the tile and as pain sunk in she cried out. “Daddy!” She looked around, lost in a panic. “Oh come on now little one.” kneeling down he helped her sit up. “Are you hurt?” She nodded softly as he looked her over, she pointed to her knee. Focusing his attention he looked closely. “Uh oh.” His sudden exclamation pulled a whimper from her. “I think we are going to have to remove the leg. We will take it off just above the hurt knee. Sit still I will get the knife.” Her eyes went wide as he motioned to stand up. “NOOOOO! Don’t cut it off. It will be okay it just needs medicine…. Cupcake medicine.”

So cute.