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I've spent so much time yearning

That I don't know much of loving

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I love you big

Really big

I thought I was big but this is bigger

This is not love that fills only my heart

but my entire my being

And it leaks

Like beings do

It pours from eyes

And my thighs

And I shake regardless of if I am crying or cumming

And it is scary it is so scary

Because I spent so long

keeping myself from feeling like this

And behaving like this

But change is good

And it's hard sometimes

and I don't know what I need or what's wrong or what I feel or what I think

I just am



In love with you

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My rules for life

1. Don’t let anyone interfere with your internal peace, don’t let anyone throw you off your sacred course or interrupt your internal blueprint

2. Don’t pander to anyone

3. Don’t talk to me until i’ve had my coffee

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Since as long as I can remember, going to target as a little treat is a love language within its own.

It was a tradition for me as I suspect other folks who only spent weekends with their dad, to go to the holy land, and pick out a little treat. I’ve been consuming a lot of lesbian daughter and involved father media which has only dug deeper into the little treat shaped hole in my heart.

So today, I take it upon my own hands to venture out into the world on this mighty quest. I will be going target with these items on my list;

King size comforter

Sheets

Towels

Shower curtain

I could make them more magical and maybe I just might*

Pending on the damage; we’ll see what other loot is dropped in my path (note to self: cut the Fortnite reference)

Trader Joe’s is more for the mommy issues but that’s not what this is about. The two locations just so happen to be neighbors.

Here I will defeat temptation and keep it simple-

Jasmine rice

Naan

X2 mushroom root beer

Bao buns

Fruit? Banana?

Something sweet

Something salty

If the damage isn’t as bad as I suspect, maybe I’ll go to Sephora to find something to fix the dandruff. Note to self target may have the scalp shower brushes.

Or maybe Barnes and noble for these classics;

Frankenstein

Interview w a vamp

Or a new otessa mossfegh, as a little treat

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Sitting here thinking something something

About how I’m actually kind of sad for people with dads. Living breathing active dads for 10plus years… okay?

Because, here me out, bc I don’t have one (16 years negative dad) but I find beautiful love, light, and life lessons from men everywhere. I used to hate them so much except for my GBF! But then… suddenly men started becoming living breathing people! And so many of them have dad like qualities they well intended and innocently radiant into the world.

I’m sad for people with dads bc I feel like maybe they don’t see the dad in others. People with dads let me know bc maybe you guys do I wouldn’t know.

Anyway I’m really lucky bc I have so many dads. Dads I’m found, dads who’ve found me. Parasocial dads!

I will reblog with my list of dads bc their super cool!

Something something lesbian with daddy issues! R/wholesome?

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Home hitting prompt for later

How is driving so fucking normalized I'm going to fucking die and kill people with me this event happens every day

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The intensity and passion that which I eat my cheek flesh is cannibalistic in nature.

Drunk as a vampire off the merlot that flows from an endless fountain beneath the dry and aching valleys of pink membrane on my lips. A mountain in eruption- eternal afterlife in ash.

Take this bread for it is my flesh (passes a bowl of gnawed off cuticles).

Free bleed on the sheets when the moon is full. Sleep naked and shiver.

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Sometimes I wonder what my life path would have looked like if I had stayed with the ballerinas.

But then I turned thirteen and realized I would never be them. As much I wanted them, they would never accept me.

I learned that excellence of the body comes with the loss of pieces of the soul.

And then came the solace of the mind.

I turned thirteen and turned into thoughts and into the the page. The screen. The pen.

There I felt safe. There I felt myself. I didn’t need to be anything else because I found somewhere I could be anywhere else and become anyone.

When I was thirteen I quite ballet. But sometimes I wonder what it would’ve been like if I had put the time into being a pretty girl.

Whose body raises with grace and collapses in peace. They may be the ones who learned how to fly.

It’s actually quite simple and only requires one thing-

Being weightless.

I turned thirteen and realized how much safer it was

To be grounded.

Paloma Wool

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Deciding to use the internet as a mental space

Akin to a crossword containing;

scripting

tech witch

diary entries for the sake of reflection

Love letters for the sake of cupids arrow