#xo your neighborhood hype girl

[sometimesanalice]

Threesome fic update:

the smut is at 4k and I still have the last third of it to write...

Double the men, double the length, double the---

(someone come take my laptop away from me)

[honeytea8]

@redbeanb0i, @fyre23, and @pun-in-ten-ded asked for Morioh next, so you know I had to deliver the goods! Stardust Crusaders HC’s here, in case you missed it.

✨The Morioh Crew and Their Song Picks✨

(based off SOME of my playlists/tastes)

Yukako Yamagishi

Honestly, her music reflects her pretty well for the most part. She’s got unapologetic bad bitch vibes (and I highkey stan)—she’s also a girl in high school with big simp energy (for Koichi lmao) and it can make her a little crazy. Yukako is like a sour piece of candy with a sweet center—she a little feral, kinda chaotic but also has a cute side you can’t help but like.

Maneater — Nelly Furtado

Freak — Doja Cat

Sorry — Beyoncé 

Moonlight — Ariana Grande

ocean eyes — Billie Eilish

Smack a Bitch — Rico Nasty

Okuyasu Nijimura

Ca$h Money Okuya$u gives me cool hip-hop vibes with a bit of alternative and pop on the side; he’s surprisingly cultured. I can totally see him as one of those people constantly wishing for the “old Kanye”. He has pretty diverse music taste, but don’t bother asking him for recommendations. His shit is so disorganized, because he likes everything so his music is literally all on one giant playlist and it’s hella chaotic (like 300+ songs and over 1000 hours of music on one playlist, sickening!!! 😭)

G.O.M.D — J. Cole

Kill Your Heroes — AWOLNATION

Hey Ya — Outkast

Through the Wire — Kanye West

I’m Not Famous — AJR

Ride — twenty one pilots

Koichi Hirose

I feel like his taste can go several different ways. Koichi is that timid guy steadily growing into a more confident person, but then his stand is all “let’s kill dat hoe beeeetch” like literally that’s his soul talking. For him, I’m just going to go with chill rap/nerdy rap, and then some alternative. Koichi and Okuyasu could probably rock the same playlist, but Koichi’s music would be more lowkey where as Okuyasu’s is more mainstream.

Rigamortus — Kendrick Lamar

Stressed out — twenty one pilots

Check the Rhime — A Tribe Called Quest

Hurt Feelings — Mac Miller

EARFQUAKE — Tyler, the Creator

Soul Food — Logic

Josuke Higashikata

Josuke is a sap if I ever saw one! Besides groovy pop music (or Prince’s whole discography), his playlist is mostly RnB love songs lmao (I fully believe Josuke has all of Usher’s music on CD and I take no criticism!!) He’s a romantic at heart so I think some of the music he listens to reflects that quite a bit.

Let Me Love You — Mario

We Belong Together — Mariah Carey

Take Care — Drake

That’s What I Like — Bruno Mars

U Got it Bad — Usher

You & I (Nobody in the World) — John Legend

Bonus: If I Ain’t Got You — Alicia Keys (Josuke would cry like a baby to this song and then vow to play it at his wedding, no, I’m not joking)

Rohan Kishibe

His nutty ass probably doesn’t even listen to music while working. It’s just silence. Rohan is attracted to powerful voices that evoke a lot of feeling, poignant lyrics are his weakness, they hit different and he loves it. He’d probably stan tf outta Adele or Lady Gaga. Essentially, when he listens to music, he wants to be impressed.

Skyfall — Adele

Young & Beautiful — Lana Del Rey

Hearts A Mess — Gotye

Movement — Hozier

Shallow — Lady Gaga

Midnight Mischief — Jordan Rakei

Chandelier (piano ver.) — SIA

✨Extras✨

Yuya Fungami

Hella rap, hella turn up. Master of the aux when it’s time to get hype! Dude has a chin tat, yakwtfgo 😂 Yuya’s like that one guy in the neighborhood with cleanest fits/sneakers, has hella hoes, does forex, drives a hellcat and wakes everybody up with his car and loud music whenever he leaves for work at 6am 💀💀 (some of y’all know what I’m talking about)

Flex — Polo G

High Fashion — Roddy Ricch

Topanga — Trippie Redd

Suge — DaBaby

Bank Account — 21 Savage

Walk It Talk It — Migos

Dior — Pop Smoke

Reimi Sugimoto

Easy! Reimi’s a sweet, friendly, cheerful, young sixteen year old girl. So I’d say her playlist is mostly pop music; bubbly, upbeat dance music. Lots of boy bands, girl bands. I can see her probably being a really big kpop and jpop stan too.

One Thing — One Direction

Sugar — Maroon 5

Work from Home — Fifth Harmony

Black Swan — BTS

Boy Meets Girl — Rude-a

Only One — BoA

Sunny Girl — Awesome City Club

Toshikazu Hazamada

Hazamada’s lowkey (highkey) a troll! The type to boldly say 6ix9ine is the best rapper in the game with a straight face and it gets everybody upset (especially Yuya and Koichi), wears all black air forces, rages while playing 2K. Probably wants a girlfriend so bad, but they always go for guys like Josuke and it makes him upset.

All Girls Are the Same — Juice WRLD

SAD — XXXTentacion

XO Tour Llif3 — Lil Uzi Vert

Falling Down — Lil Peep

Messages — The Hxliday

I Fall Apart — Post Malone

Y’all want Bucci gang next or nah? 👀

[thisxolove]

Nothing Without You (Chapter 6)

Nickiah  "The fuck wrong with you!?" I yelled as the warm vomit sat on my skin.  Abel was coughing as he held his stomach.  "Shit, I told you to get off me." I stormed off into the bathroom and turned the faucet on.  "We going home!" I yelled. "Home for what?!" I heard him yell back. "Something is fuckin' wrong with you!" "Ain't shit wrong with me!" I heard him fall limply onto the bed.  "We getting out of here first thing smoking! I can't deal with your bull shit here!" I took the excess vomit from my chest before jumping straight into the shower. The fuck is wrong with his ass? Two Days Later Abel We just touched down in Los Angeles again. Nicki wanted to come back home as soon as possible after I left her alone in the hotel room. Needless to say, but said anyway, we're not on good terms. She's been bitching at me about it ever since. Can't say I blame her either, but I can't put up with her shit.  When we got back to our Beverly Hills mansion, things were awkward. "Hey, ma." AJ said to Nicki.  "Hi, baby," she answered in a dry monotone. I watched as AJ's face scrunched up in confusion.  "What's wrong?" He asked "Nothing," she replied.  That's when I watched Nicki walk towards our bedroom and shut the door behind her.  AJ looked at me with confusion on his face. I took this as an opportunity to talk to him. "AJ, come over here," I waved at him. He walked over towards the couch and sat beside me.

“Is she okay?”

I sighed. “She’s a little upset at me, but don’t take it personally. She’ll get over it.”

“What did you do?”

I smacked my lips as I debated telling him the truth. “I threw up on her.”

AJ looked at me before bursting into laughter. “You threw up on her?”

I chuckled, “Yeah, man. She’s pissed at me.”

“That sucks,” he continued laughing.

“I know. Ay, let’s go visit Uncle Lamar for a minute,” I suggested.

He hopped from the couch, “Yeah, because I owe him a whooping in 2K.”

I laughed before I picked up the car keys from the ebony wooden coffee table. I watched as AJ grabbed his XO snapback and placed it proudly on his head. That shit made me smile.

He never left the house without XO somewhere on his body.

“Gotta wear your hat, huh?” I asked.

“Hey, if it ain’t XO, then it gotta go, right?” he shrugged his shoulders.

When he said that, it caught me off guard. My head jerked back in interest as my smile grew bigger.

“I like that shit,” I said, holding my hand up for a high five.

AJ smiled proudly before delivering a smack to my hand. He really was my mini me, a smart, shy kid with a sense of humor. The only difference was that my son was happier at his age than I was. That’s the way I wanted it. I bust my ass in the studio so my family can reap the benefits at home.

It made me proud to have the type of relationship I had with AJ, though. I see myself in him so much. Hopefully I’ve done a good job at keeping him happy so he won’t have to turn to drugs and partying in a few years like I did at his age.

We left the large home before walking out to the Aventador sitting in the drive way.

“Wait, we didn’t tell mom we were leaving,” AJ said.

I thought about going back to say something to her, but I quickly waved it off. “Nah, I’ll call her while we’re out.”

I really didn’t feel like being bothered with Nicki right now because I felt it would just cause an argument that I wasn’t willing to have.

We hopped in the car and pulled out of the gates guarding our home. I called Lamar on the car phone.

“Yo, nigga I’m on my way,” I said.

“Nigga, don’t be popping up on me like that. That’s how you get killed.”

We both chuckled and I looked over at AJ.

“I got the mini me with me today,” I informed him.

“AJ?”

“Hey Uncle Lamar,” he said.

“Wassup nephew,” Lamar replied.

I smiled. Even though I was starting to have a strain in my marriage, I didn’t think it was enough to kill the vibe I was feeling with my son right now.

After hanging up the phone with Lamar, I turned the radio back on.

Can’t Feel My Face began playing and AJ began nodding his head to the beat as he sang along.

I laughed, “You really like this one, huh?”

“You sound like Michael Jackson, dad.”

I took that as a huge compliment as I smiled.

“What ‘chu know about MJ, boy?” I laughed.

“He’s the King of Pop. He reminds me of you.”

I was quick to correct him. “Nah, he shouldn’t remind you of me. I should remind you of him. He’s the legend.”

AJ nodded, “He’s the King of Pop and you’re the King of the Fall.”

I chuckled, “That’s right.”

“I loved that last album, dad. I can’t wait for the next one.”

I decided to get some insight from my little twin. I trust his word, always have.

“What’d you like about it?”

He shrugged, “It was pretty fun and upbeat, well, not The Hills, but…”

“Boy, what are you doing listening to The Hills?” I asked as a chuckle escaped my mouth.

“The girls like it,” he laughed.

I couldn’t hold my laughter after hearing that. AJ is taking after me more and more everyday.

“The girls like it?” I asked, “Girls in your school?”

All of my kids attend a private school here in LA. They don’t go full time though because the family schedule is always hectic due to me and Nicki’s careers. I don’t know if we’re making a mistake by only having them in school part-time, but it’s working out so far. My kids ain’t slow.

“Yeah, they’re always playing in my hair and asking me to sing for them.”

I proudly smiled. “And do you do it?”

“I try, but I can never hit the notes like you do.”

I laughed, “Don’t worry, with time it’ll come.”

He smiled. I knew he was proud of me and I was fuckin proud of him too.

“But daddy, when is your next album coming out?”

“What? Haven’t you heard?”

“Heard what?” he asked.

“I’m retiring from music, son.”

I glanced over at him and his eyes widened, “What?! You retiring?? You can’t retire, dad! Music needs you! XO needs you!”

I smiled. That shit just tickled me.

“I’m not retiring, AJ,” I laughed.

“You promise?”

“I’ll be dropping albums ‘til the day I die.”

“Even ‘til you’re old and your hair turns gray?”

“You damn right.”

He smiled in satisfaction.

“I’m just trying to find the theme of my new album.”

“Dark like Kiss Land or Pop like Beauty?” he asked.

Intrigued that he knew so much about my music, I took another glance over at him. As surprised as I was that he even asked me, the question struck me with more interest. I had to sit and think on that one.

“I mean, I’m gonna try and appeal to a broader audience, but still throw my dark side in it.”

“Why are you trying to change your sound to appeal to people who didn’t care when you started?”

Damn. I had to admit, my 11 year old had a valid point.

“Um, it’s a lot with that.”

“Like what, dad?”

“There’s the business aspect of it, now. My label wants me to generate music that can be played on the radio. Then again, I’m just testing the waters now. Trying to reinvent myself over and over again. I’m not trying to recreate any old feelings.”

“But dad, you started off doing dark music because it was unique. Who cares if the crowd doesn’t understand it. It’s who you are and it’s how XO was born.”

“No, I created dark music because it reflected how I felt on the inside.”

“You don’t feel like that now?”

I sat silently because I knew damn well if I was to answer him, I’d be lying and I’d rather say nothing than to tell him the hard truth about how I’ve been feeling.

Truth is, I’ve been conflicted. Part of me is torn between wanting to vent my true feelings into my music, but then the other is trying to make my music appease the large majority. After working on Kiss Land the way I wanted to and it didn’t generate well in the mainstream, my label pressured me into changing my sound up. I rebelled for some time, that’s why I wrote King of the Fall, but I knew if I wanted others to hear my project, I would have to tweak it some.

Plus with me being sober and not taking any drugs during the last three eras, Kiss Land, King of the Fall, and Beauty, I’ve lost a lot of confidence. I feel like I’m lying in my music and thus, lying to my fans. It’s a lot to absorb, especially when my label is on my back about radio hits and pop music.

Part of me loves the pop sound because I get to branch out and experiment with my music, then another part feels like I constantly have to keep topping my last hit just to stay on my game. I’m losing confidence and trying hard not to show it through my work.

I decided to change the subject.

“You hungry?”

He looked at me. “Yeah, I am.”

“What you want to eat?”

“Let’s go to Taco Bell,” he said, pointing at the food joint on the side of the road.

I chuckled. I love that my kids are so humble even though they live larger than most.

I pulled up into the Taco Bell parking lot and parked the car. Before getting out, I put my sun shades on and a snapback on my head.

“Camouflage,” I said, laughing as I looked over at my son.

He returned the laugh, “Is that why you cut your hair, dad?”

“It was a big reason. Tired of people spotting me from 3.8 miles away and shit,” I laughed.

He couldn’t contain is laughter before opening the passenger car door. Nicki would kill me if she found out that I let AJ ride shotgun beside me. She still feels that 12 and under is the age that kids should stay in the backseats, but when we riding in these foreign sports cars, we got limited choices. Besides, he’s 11. He’s good.

We walked into the restaurant and blended in well. I mean, people know I live in this neighborhood, but any tourists could be around and I didn’t need the hype right now.

After ordering a couple Doritos Locos Tacos and a snack pack of soft shells, we sat at a table not too far from the door in case I had to get the fuck out of here. I don’t have my security with me so I’m taking a chance, but I’m with my son. I don’t give a fuck.

I sat down and began unwrapping one of my Doritos Tacos before AJ stopped me.

“Dad, we have to say grace,” he said.

I sighed. “Oh, shit. I forgot.”

“Mom makes us say grace before we eat anything.”

“Yeah, I know she does. Nothing wrong with it. You say it, though.”

He looked at me and slightly chuckled. I was dead serious though.

He closed his eyes and bowed his head, “Father God, please bless this food we’re about to receive in our bodies. We ask you to remove all impurities from it and bless the hands that prepared it. Please allow this food be nourishment to our body and soul, in Jesus’ name, Amen.”

“Amen.” I opened my eyes and began ripping open my tacos.

AJ took a bite of his nacho cheese flavored Doritos Locos Taco.

“Dad, when are we gonna go back to bible study? Mom’s been wanting to lately.”

I shrugged, “I don’t know. I’ve been so busy planning for my upcoming album lately, but I’m planning on throwing a lot of religion into this new project.”

“Mom would be so proud,” he laughed. “What do you think you’re gonna do?”

“Not sure yet. Probably use the symbol of the cross. I have a lot of imagery to play with,” I wiped my mouth. “Not even sure church would benefit me now.”

“Why’d you say that?”

“Because,” I paused. “Just a lot of stuff going on.”

“Like what?”

“Stuff you don’t need to know about right now.”

There was no way I could tell him about the evils of the music industry. I’ve thrown myself into that snake pit and honestly, sometimes I just wish I could trade it all for some inner peace and spiritual satisfaction, but I made the damn decision and now I gotta live with it.

There’s sex, women, lust, money, and tons of drugs entangled in the mainstream music industry and with me trying to escape my drug habits, I’ve been backed into a corner of confliction. A feeling I can’t escape. That’s why Prisoner was written with Lana Del Rey. I had to vent and I have a feeling I’ll vent in this new project.

“Does mom know how you feel?”

“Um, nah. I’ll just keep that to myself for now.”

“You’ll let it out in the studio, huh?”

“Yeah, that’s where I do my best venting.”

That’s when my phone rang. It was Nicki. I knew she would call sooner or later.

“Hello?”

“Abel, where the hell are you? And where is my child!”

“Calm your voice down. I took him to grab some food and we’re gonna go chill with Lamar for a little while.”

I heard her voice calm, “Look, you could have told me you was leaving.”

“You left the room and secluded yourself from everyone. My bad.”

“I still need to know if you leave. Anything could happen! Is it just you and AJ?”

“Yeah.”

“See, you don’t even have any security with you!”

“Nicki, calm down. We’re good, girl. Stop tripping.”

I was resting my phone in between my shoulder and ear as I took AJ’s garbage filled tray along with mines over to the trash.

“Well, call me when you get to Lamar’s house,” she demanded.

“Alright, I got ‘chu.”

Just then I heard laughter to the side of me. I didn’t pay it any attention until someone said my name.

“Abel,” the familiar voice came.

I turned to follow the voice and all the blood rushed to my feet, making it impossible for me to move.

“Bella?!”

[canelainnyc]

For the past month, my sighs are finished off with a smile and a pocket of air in the pit of my stomach that can sometimes be interpreted as butterflies. Call it whatever you’d like, but more daylight in my life is giving me all the energy I felt I needed in the winter. Late night conversations about our fears and vulnerability are the catalysts of some unforgettable dreams my slumber sessions have ever hosted. Several love crumbs back home, have booked flights to the east coast, so looking forward to something has never been so real. I was recently ghosted by a job opportunity I could see myself retiring. How does a job opportunity ghost you? Well, they email you to let you know you’re the ideal candidate they’ve been searching for, schedule a phone call interview and never call you. Yesenia in the summer would have lost countless hours over this ordeal but Yesenia almost a year into her move in NYC prayed on it and laughed at the fact that she described the situation as being ghosted (what men and women do when they don’t want to be romantically involved with you anymore—they disappear without notice). So let me say this (again), I’m finding all the solace in the spring, I never knew I needed.

What better way to kick off a new season than with a visit from my beautiful German queen, Angelina. By way of Los Angeles, she will be here for a week and basking in everything this massive apple has to offer for the first time. For those of you who plan to visit NYC at some point in time, please take note in the following mentions, as these are a few but plenty NYC gems we will be gracing our presence with:

Night Life Steeze

· Bembe—the smallest yet most sultry nook Williamsburg has to offer. If you’re into an array of salsa, cumbia, reggaeton, and dancehall synths that are at times accompanied with a live band, this is the place for your feet. Cash only joint, so be ready to make it rain at the bar.

· Piano’s—a fine and quite popular establishment where you’ll find yourself living out Childish Gambino’s “LES” track. Men will make you feel like you’re the only girl in the world (I guess that was more of a Rihanna reference, too). Make sure to arrive early, and carry cash as this location offers three separate rooms for dancing (upstairs is where it’s at ::wink::)

· The Late Late—oh, this bar. I’m always more aesthetically pleased when it comes to paying this night treasure a visit. The music is more on the Coachella front of my memory bank, as I find myself flashing back to those late summer nights dancing to Duke Dumont, Disclosure, and Co. A man once tried to bite my ear at this place. As much as I want to say my ears are sexy, I’m convinced he was on something more than just alcohol. You’re sure to have quite the night at this bar (especially downstairs), just beware of the man who bites ears when trying to ask for your number.

· La Linea, Hair of the Dog, One on One—all located in the Lower Eastside of Manhattan, good music, fair amount of waiting time in line (or no wait at all), great taco de ojos (eye candy), and decent drink prices.

· Friends and Lovers, Chez Oskar, and Lovers Rock—you will find these gems in Brooklyn. I’ve yet to visit Friends and Lovers, but my roommate and many others rave about how this place will give you one of the best dance parties of your life (all hype? I’ll report back). Chez Oskar is a cute place I went on a date once, featuring the cutest jazz theme aesthetics, and live music to boot. Lovers Rock is a dancehall and reggae lovah’s night time dream.

· 1 Rooftop—this is my favorite rooftop bar to date. You can find this near the Brooklyn Bridge, inside the 1 Hotel Brooklyn Bridge. If the weather permits, please put this on your must do list. The view of the Manhattan skyline from one of Brooklyn’s cutest neighborhoods, Dumbo, will make you fall head over heels for NYC. Trust.

So What Time Do We Eat?

· Woodland (Brooklyn)

· Sweet Chick (Brooklyn and Manhattan)

· Red Rooster (Harlem)

· Anthony & Son Panini Shoppe (Brooklyn)

· Tacos No. 1 (Chelsea Market and Times Square)

· Angelina’s Pizza (Dumbo)

· Di Fara Pizza (Brooklyn)

· Artichoke Basille’s Pizza (Williamsburg, SOHO, y mas)

Make sure to always bring good shoes, fiber, and always make time for a nap. Visit me soon! xo

[sometimesanalice]

❣️Fic Announcement❣️

In honor of a certain strutting and shimmying Naval aviator, I will be posting my latest fic Have Your Cake and Eat it T(w)o tomorrow! 

This story will EASILY be the smuttiest thing I have ever written (and probably will ever write). It’s so smutty, that I don’t think I can bring myself to use my taglist for it. 

So, be on the look out for it TOMORROW (6/27)! 

Bradley is in for a treat and so is everyone else!

Here is a sneak peek below the cut!

“You look so pretty making yourself feel good,” he says soothingly as he comes to sit next to you on the bed. You’re always beautiful, but he especially loves the way you look when you’re flushed and turned on.

You give him a small smile, soft and shy.

“You’re home early, Roo,” you say bashfully before tilting your face up for a kiss.

He makes a hmm of contentment when his lips meet yours. Your mouth parts for him easily as you sigh into him. He brings his hand up to stroke along the delicate skin of your neck, needing to touch you.

A particularly loud cry surprises you both, and you pull away sheepishly trying to exit out of the page that’s still filling the screen.

He puts his hand on your wrist, getting you to pause your fumbling, “You don’t have to stop on my account.”

His mouth goes dry as he registers the video that’s playing on your phone.

There’s a woman flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat, stretched out between two large hard bodies. One in front of her and one behind as she takes both of their cocks.

“I…oh-”

[sometimesanalice]

❣️ IMPORTANT ❣️

Please add your age/age range/generational marker (ie product of the 90s) in your bio. My blog is an 18+ space.

I shouldn’t have to be responsible for your content consumption. However, I was also the nugget reading the ‘mature’ content on FanFiction.Net, so I know how it goes.

My fics have been mainly allusions to smut, however, my next fic is pretty spicy.

That being said, I will be blocking accounts without an age listed in the bio. If you don’t want to do that, you can always send me a dm just so I know you’re an adult.

[sometimesanalice]

Not to get sappy and emotional on main, but I am genuinely so touched by everyone who has left a lovely comment or reblog on Leave a Light On.

I had a real crisis of confidence with this one. It was interesting coming back to something after not touching it for so many months, and after writing so many other things. The story I wanted it to be and the story is was on the page weren’t in agreement, and I spent the last month rewriting and finessing and rewriting again.

But I was really second guessing everything. It was like a terrible cycle of is this too soft? Too sentimental? Too prosey? Too try hard? Too much?

So much so it got to the point where I was contemplating not writing Part 2, and leaving it up to the reader to imagine what came next (I even have the receipts!). And it’s truly been the feedback I’ve received on it that has reinspired me to finish their story! I’m excited to eventually share the moments that were the original inspiration for this soft little piano story.

So thank you, thank you for all the support and the love on this fic! It truly means the world to me, and I’m so grateful for all of you! 🤍

[sometimesanalice]

I was hoping to have the follow up to Leave a Light On ready this week, but she’s running a little behind. 

I’ll probably share a snippet soon! It’s coming together very nicely, and I can’t wait to share it!

But until then, I have another little moodboard I’ll post a later tonight to tide anyone over who needs a dash more of the yearning!thepining!thelonging! in their life!

[sometimesanalice]

❣️ I didn’t plan on dropping a new story today, but here we are! Leave a Light On will be posted soon❣️

[sometimesanalice]

I am back working on the story that I had started back in January(!), back before I had a masterlist, back before the Like I Can series or the Exes or the Fleet Week fun, there was a little soft and sweet piano fic that lived in my brain. 

Part 1 is nearly wrapped up, I think it’ll be two parts total, and I cannot wait to share it with you all once it is ready! 

If you’re curious about the vibes, here are some of my inspiration songs below!

[sometimesanalice]

✨🪩Thank you for not being bots!🪩✨

I’m happy all you gems are here!

[sometimesanalice]

I’ll share it closer to when Part 2 of “Give Me Your Hand/Here Is My Heart” is ready!

[sometimesanalice]

Not that anyone has asked, but so far I've used the word 'cock' 26 times in the threesome fic 💁🏼‍♀️

[sometimesanalice]

ALL THE RUMORS ARE TRUE

Part 3 of ‘Like I Can’ is ready!

Thank you for all the kind comments and notes on this series! It’s been a fun one!

I can’t wait to share it with you! 🤍

[sometimesanalice]

Oh this is exciting!! I love a milestone! Thank you to everyone who has been lovely enough to read and engage with my things! 🤍 I appreciate you all so much!!