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I like broken girls. I like it when they smile underneath their tears. I like that I can fix them. I like that I can break them.

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I know you don't have any purpose. I know you feel useless. I know you are not loved. I know you are alone. Let's change all of it. With you, dying in my arms, as I cherish you, as I kiss you, as I fuck you, before and after you leave. Giving you all you ever wanted, both in life and death.

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You are not a weirdo. You are not a freak. What you are doing is not embarrassing. You are just a little girl. A petite princess. You simply need someone who will teach you everything and take care of you.

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i think you could fix me. or break me. truly i don’t really care but i am drawn in by what could happen. wouldn’t mind dying with some purpose :) rn im just willing to die just because im suicidal and i see it selfish to continue going on but if i could devote to you and give myself some sort of meaning one last time i would :’)

I'm sure we can do something about that. Message me, and we can discuss your life and what to do with it, how to fix you, and give you a place and a reason to exist. Everyone deserves their subjective purpose, and I'll help you find it. We all die someday, so it is useless to kill yourself simply because you lack your purpose for now. Your devotion will be rewarded with love and care. To firmly stand by someone's side is one of the greatest things any human can do.

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Let's snuggle up, cuddle, and watch gore together while I gently play with your princess parts.

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I'm not in a good mood. Where are you so I can take it out on you? I'll beat you like a dog and rape you like a whore. You'll take it like a good girl for me, won't you?

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You are so fucking pathetic. You rub your cunt on everything like some horny bitch. Sometimes I wonder if there is even one coherent thought inside your little mutt brain. Here you go, I'll put some bowls on the ground for you to eat and drink from because you are obviously too stupid to sit at the table. Look, I got you a collar today, so everybody can see you are someone's property. Because remember, you are nothing but my pet. You are my amusement. You are an object that I own.

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Don't run away, darling. You know you want to be hurt. You feel it deep in your soul. You know you deserve it. The longer you try to run away from this feeling, the longer you'll feel the pressure building up inside you. You will never find yourself. You'll be just a reflection of all the people around you. It's alright. I will help you. It will hurt, but in the end, there will be only love. There will be only you and me. I promise.

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Since I got multiple "Asks", asking similar questions, I need to clarify something. If you are asking something that I cannot answer - because if I would, I'd either have to lie to you or risk the blog being swarmed by reports and then banned, I'm not going to answer your question. If you want to ask me something that is either "morally unacceptable" for most people or straight up against Tumblr's Terms of Service, please ask in DMs, and I'll gladly answer your questions there.

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Can I send you details of my attempts?

That would be lovely!

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I wish to find a dying girl, come closer to her, and see that she is already too far gone to be saved, yet still somewhat present. Pulling her pants down, watching the horror in her eyes, and then putting my dick in her ass, fucking her, seeing how the horror in her eyes gets mixed with disbelief and shame as she comes to the realization this is how she will die. With a strange, violating her in such a humiliating way, being aroused by her suffering. Her entire life reduced to nothing but being someone's toy for pleasure.

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You are my beautiful dancer. Look at you, dancing in the air, with a veil of death around your throat. Soon, your performance will be over. Soon, your skin will turn into marble. But I will always remember you, just as you are right now, in your purest form. When you leave, I will kiss your lips one more time and whisper to you that you'll always be mine.

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When you hear her talking about the last time she "attempted" and you feel yourself getting hard…

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I would love to work in a funeral home. Preparing the corpses, fucking them, and cumming inside them before I put their clothes on. Then, I'd watch the service as their family members and friends say goodbye to them, not knowing my semen is just leaking out of their loved one's dead holes, staining their underwear.

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A Modern Guide for Girls Wanting to Find a Passionate Love

Be Confident! ❌ Be Self-Reliant! ❌ Be Educated! ❌ Be Strong! ❌ Be Yourself! ❌ Be his timid accessory. ✔️ Be his dependent baby. ✔️ Be his dumb puppy. ✔️ Be his fragile plaything. ✔️ Be whatever he wants you to be. ✔️

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Tell me all your deepest traumas so I can whisper them to you as you cum.

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I would love to meet a girl that wants to be killed, but her partner is too much of a pussy to do it. She'd sit down in front of a camera and tell her partner that I would kill her now, she would also share her partner's deepest cravings for what they always wanted to do with her, but she didn't let them or vice versa. After that, I'd fuck her while recording it and kill her during the sex, using her preferred method. Once she was dead, I'd perform whatever those cravings were on her dead body, recording it for her partner and later sending them the video.