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Anonymous: How old is your boyfriend?
feverishlyill:

O: he is almost 18! Just a few more days~

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My parents are more interested in Rachael than they are me… God. Wow. What a terrible smack in the face. I try to hard to get them to be proud of me and to notice me. I’m so fucking stupid.
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Also my family is planning a trip to California but isn’t including me… They are talking about plane tickets now… I feel sick.
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Lonely and sad.
Also whoever closed my window when it started raining crushed my orchid and killed a bunch of the flowers and there are only two left… I’m really upset. My baby…
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uneo: made some tamagotchi stickers ♡_♡ 
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daddyvinnie: I see you have red knees again, Lolita.  What was it this time? Kneeling down in the street to look at the neighbor boy’s marbles?  Playing jacks? Just how is it that you keep scraping your knees? Don’t know, Daddy. Maybe it’s from kneeling on the carpet in your study under your desk. Guess I’ll never ever EVER do that again. Why you….  get back here, right now young lady! I oughta….. LO-LEE-TA!  When I get my hands on you … - Daddy Vinnie
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a-lolitas-life: Hello Miss Lolita, How did you know your daddy was the one? When did you know you loved him? How can I put those soft moments into words? - When we meet eyes the first time and just for a moment there was a pause. The whole world hesitated for that moment because it was ours. - When he first met my lips with his and I really did think I was floating. - When he called me “Kiddo” and I was worried that I gasped too loud. It just sounds *right* from his lips. - When he ran his fingers through my hair and it tingled all the way to my toes. - When he made me kneel at his boots and my world looked like it fit together from that point of view. - When he marked me and I felt what it was like to be owned. Bliss. - When he kissed my marks and made the pain dissolve. - When he put his collar on me and I knew, permanently, that my Daddy was mine and I was his. My list of moments I think all made me know I loved Daddy is endless, I must confess. But of course, I know the real single moment I knew I was in love with him. It was the first time I called him “Daddy”. I don’t think many of you know that I hadn’t ever used the name. Mainly because to me it was priceless and I knew I didn’t want to just hand it out to anyone. I wanted it to come naturally from my lips. I wanted to mean it. I wanted those letters fit together to have fluidity, to know it was the right person to be given to. A gift from a vulnerable little girl who was finally found. It was a hard place to be…lost… and when I called him “Daddy” the first time it wasn’t planned… it wasn’t forced. In fact, I hardly knew I said it until I heard my own voice and that’s when I knew I wasn’t lost anymore. I found THE one, My Daddy. We found each other in that moment and I’m madly in love with him. He saved me, he saved my lost little girl. xoxo, Lolita
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