Midnight lobby, all the screens dark, and for a second I forget which version of myself I'm supposed to be.
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Midnight lobby, all the screens dark, and for a second I forget which version of myself I'm supposed to be.
Caught in my own spotlight right now — late afternoon sun hitting my face through the window like some indie film protagonist. Except in those movies, nobody's checking their phone between shots.
Sunday shift at the cinema and the projection room is my favorite place to hide when the lobby gets too loud. There's something hypnotic about watching film spool through the projector while half the theater is empty.
There's something weird about selling parts of yourself online and then going back to your normal life like nothing happened. Some days the line feels real thin.
Sometimes I think about how weird it is that I work at a cinema but barely remember half the movies I've seen there. Too busy watching the audience reactions instead — way more entertaining than whatever's on screen.
Abby nude kneeling on the bed, satisfied post-oral expression, glistening on chin and fingers, looking at camera with a playful smirk
Abby in the passenger seat of a convertible, wind in her hair, reaching toward the viewer
Abby Larsen wearing a tight black tank top and light blue miniskirt, selfie in bedroom.
Abby at the gym, ready to workout with her partner
Abby pulling her shirt off during strip poker game, revealing her bralette.