I’m honestly embarrassed how many of you like the thought of me doing this, but I’m also weirdly proud that this is my most liked, reblogged, and viewed post to date. I’m just waiting on a sexy daddy to take me up on it 😳🥵🤤

Okay. Who wants to be the adult and stop me from going to get a box of frozen sliders and eating the whole thing. Cause I’m gonna do it.

Trying castor oil for the first time. I took it about an hour ago. I’m scared 😳😳😳

Spankings and mouth soapings are hot, but nothing gets me going like soft domming. Put child locks on my devices, pick my clothes for me, don’t let me ride in the front seat. If you really want to make me feel even littler take my glasses so I can’t read.

Sharing this because I recently started doing some intensive inner child healing and it’s left me feeling really raw, but in a good way. It sounds weird that doing something that made me bawl my eyes out for two hours could be good, but I think everyone should try it.

Some of you may have noticed I haven’t been posting as much lately, and it’s probably gonna be a bit until we get back to the regularly scheduled programming. Until that happens I’ve been addressing my mental health and taking the time I need to meditate and focus on me.

Deleted the more emotional confessional bit of this, but seriously, trauma is a very sticky thing. It clings to you. The more you ignore it, the stickier and stronger it gets. Take care of yourselves.

Me: “Why is my anxiety always dialed up to 11” Also me: *proceeds to open third energy drink and read the global news*

All I want sometimes. Almost being 30 and realizing how alone you are is kinda terrifying. I work my big adulty job, come home to a big adulty house, and it just feels empty. I think everyone eventually realizes money and things are a pretty shallow substitute. 😔

A fresh diaper and an oversized concert tour shirt are my happy place.

If you post about politics anymore, I’m just gonna unfollow or block. Pretty fucking done with it all. If you can’t respect that, it’s on you.

So today I found out potties can explode 🤯🤯🤯. This is a far better, and cuter option.

It’d be so so blushy if a big took me somewhere in their car, and made me ride in the back seat without pants so they can look in the rear view to check my diaper 🫣🫣🫣

I’m not saying abdl is the biggest kink community, but I can’t think of any other kink that has the same level of businesses that have sprouted up around it. How many companies make abdl specific diapers alone? It’s actually kind of wild to think about.

Two years of diapers, kinky shenanigans and assorted ramblings already.

I really want to find the crinkliest mattress cover in existence, too many companies focus on being discreet. Nah, I wanna crinkle so everyone knows I’m too little.

I’m really getting into audiobooks now because I’ve been craving having a bedtime story read to me. I honestly need more wholesomeness in my little space and story time is just such a vibe. Drifting off as the words fade just hits all the right notes.

Big diaper Friday? Nah, big diaper day that ends in y.

This week has sucked ass. Nothing can really prepare you for putting down your dog, especially when they’ve been part of your life for almost twenty years. I’m honestly doing an amazing job pretending that I’m not losing my shit, but I also feel like punching out all my windows.

Have a padded locker room pic. Probably not going to be posting much for a while. Recent irl stuff got me in a bad headspace.