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[somethingsmarrt]

It's official: Simon is bloody fuckin' losing it.

He doesn't even know how the fuck he got here. Well, he does, he just... fuck if he knows.

Simon remembers your conversation. He supposes. Not really. He just remembers the topic coming 'round to sex, and he may or may not have revealed that it's been a minute since he's been fucked silly or had a good wank, shit, something to take the edge off in a way his daily cigarette consumption can't.

He'd be lying if he said it was a blur from there. You offered to 'help' him out. Simon's eyes were probably (read: very much so) bugging out of his skull, you had caught him off guard, but ultimately... he said yes.

He said fuckin' yes. It wasn’t every day that a pretty thing such as yourself showed interest in someone like him.

Which leads him to his current predicament.

The wall's the only thing keeping him upright. One hand is propped up against it, and the other, well... it's busy. He's stroking himself, taking the edge off, and fuck, he never thought a wank would feel this bloody amazing.

Of course, he's never had an audience before, and what a gorgeous one it is.

There you are, crouched in front of him, pretty eyes looking up, watching him touch himself, making him feel so self-conscious, making him feel so sexy, and fuck. There you are, lips close but never touching, hands soothingly massaging his tense thighs, tongue yearning to taste and Christ, he wants you to. Taste him, sweetheart. Make him feel good, hm?

Make him cum.

Fuck, he can only imagine how he looks right now. Simon's face is hotter than the goddamn desert, he's making noises he didn't even know he could make, and he's aware of everything, nothing, and only you at the same damn time.

But no, you just had to be a fuckin' tease. Just had to whisper how handsome he looked, how good you would look with your pretty face covered in his cum. Just had to whisper how you know it's been so long for him, there would be more where this came from, and to say your name. Say who's doing this to him.

And fuck if he doesn't grunt your name out. Simon was never the religious sort but he'll be damned if he didn't believe in you.

You dare to lick the head of his cock, dare to tease him even further, and Simon is a goner.

"Cum for me, Simon."

Acknowledged. Fuck, you're beautiful.

He just came but it doesn't stop those pretty lips from fully enveloping the head, doesn't stop you from milking him for everything he's worth, and shit, he's trembling all over. What the fuck are you doin' to him, sweetheart?

If he's not obsessed with you at this point, Simon doesn't know what the fuck he is.

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Omg hiiii!

Uhhhh this is my first time requesting anything so sorry if I’m coming off too direct but idk any other way to do this. ✌️✌️

Can I request a pegging fic w/ Aizawa, where you’ve folded him in half are holding his legs down while his hands are bound. I’ve found little to no fics with a sub!aizawa, nonetheless fics that really hit the nail on the head for this mans character 😩😩😩.

Like- he’s trying not to give you a reaction.. but those strokes you’re giving him 🤭.

My boys having a really really tough time, twitching and shaking involuntarily. Biting his lip to try and muffle the sounds while he squirms for some sort of leverage but he can’t do anything because you’ve folded this man like paper. He’s trying to fight against the leather cuffs but to no avail. He would be wondering why tf he let you do this to him but he can’t think of anything other than you ramming that dildo up his ass- SORRY IM GONNA STOP NOW ✋✋✋ WHEWWWWWWWWWW

Resist.

Heyy….yall 👀 *clears throat.*

CW: Condescending reader, soft dom reader, pegging, bottom Aizawa, sub Aizawa, slight feminization, slight mean reader, forced edging, restraining

Words: 940

"Come on now baby you can take this dick..." You breathed out, warm breath fanning into his blushed ear as your strap slammed in and out of his hole. His moans were whiny and guttural, his breath and body strained as you forced his thighs against stomach. "M-mngh- fuck you..." he cursed out, pretty eyes squeezed shut as he tried to get a hold of reality, trying to ignore how good you made him felt. He was so stubborn, not wanting to fully submit even if you had him folded like this

You couldn't help but to grin down at him, the grip on his hairy thighs tightening. You found it amusing that he was suffering, that he was trying so hard not to enjoy the way you thrusted into him, the tip of your strap repeatedly thrusting into his prostate. "Cmon baby don't be like that... shit, you're dripping like a girl." You chuckled eyes peering down towards his throbbing red tip, pre cum drooling down to his toned belly, sliding down his angry shaft.

Your words only added more embarrassment to his situation, sun freckled skin flushing red, arms flexing behind his back as he wanted to so badly touch you, to place his hands underneath your ass to help you fuck him. His body twitched and arched, his lips red and swollen as he pulled them into his mouth to keep his nasty sounds at bay.

It didn't work of course. Not when you were fucking him like this, not when your nails dug into his muscles to hold his thighs in place, his ass and your hips angled just right. "Mmnhg-mmsofuckinclose," he whines, voice fast, throat raspy and raw from his muffled groans and grunts-rambles falling from his swollen lips, repeating how close he was to releasing.

Then you did something unexpected, a sharp gasp leaving his mouth-he almost choked and cough. Your hand left his thigh to grip onto the base of his dick, your grip tight, holding onto him like a vise. "Don't fucking cum yet, don't you dare... not until you admit it," you spoke, your hips slowing, letting him chase the orgasm he couldn't quite grasp.

This was fucking torture for the man, his face scrunching up from the uncomfortable feeling of his balls and stomach tightening from the edge, from how tight you were holding him. Why why whyyy did he let you do this? Why did he agree to let you play with him like this- why... his thoughts soon turned into mush though as he desperately wanted that high, to feel that fuzzy feeling in his brain when he came.

“P-please..” he gritted out, hoping if he begged you for release he wouldn’t have to admit how good it felt, how much he enjoyed being folded and manhandled like this. Little did he know this was more pathetic than him just admitting how good it felt.

You didn’t let him get a pass. As much as you loved to hear his rough pleases and begs to cum- you didn’t let him. So with a corrective slap on his thigh, your hips continued to move relentlessly, your hand fisting his cock tightly, not giving him a chance to forget his place. “Come on baby, you know what I want to hear. Tell me how good I make you feel, tell me how good your wife is fucking you,”

Your tone was cocky and condescending, a smirk on your face as you listened to his pained whines and whimpering, watching as his stomach caved in, his plump pecks vibrating with every thrust you gave him. He couldn’t even speak coherently anymore, his deep voice replaced with something more feminine and rough as he tried to explain how good you made him felt. “I-oh god-I- I can’t, please- you make me-“ he swallowed thickly, his voice a gasp as you kept hitting that spot, his balls throbbing and red as you restricted his base, “feelsogood,” he continued, eyes barely opened as they stared up at yours.

You felt a pang of satisfaction once he finally gave you what you wanted, a low hum leaving your throat. You could feel the way he throbbed and pulsated in your palm, his body reacting to your noises, your voice, your movements. When you finally released his shaft his mind couldn’t even keep up with the way his body reacted, how fast his orgasm came, how hot and twitchy his body felt as a white heat filled his body.

You watch as his heavy load squirted and shot onto his stomach, his chest, how it lazily dripped down his red cock until it dropped near his navel. “Mm~ good job baby… you look so good like this.” You praised your husband, your sloppy thrusting slowly down into a lazily hump as you let him ride through his orgasm.

His tanned lined body stained red, his abdomen covered in his sweat and arousal, black hair sprawled on y’all’s mattress like a dark halo. He huffed out air as he slowly caught his breath, his body felt like jello and his thighs twitched against his body as he felt your gently thumbs draw circles on the inside of his muscles. “Fuck… where’d you learn that…” he asked, voice raspy and tired as his eyes came to a close.

You chuckled, a cocky grin on your face as you continued to stare down at his fucked state. “Twitter.”

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Drabble from this: inspired by this video 👆🏾and a piece of drunk Gojo fanart I cannot be bothered to find rn.

Warning: toxic relationship, femdom!sugarmama!black!fem reader, college au! Subby! Kim hongjoong, he’s insane, talk of cnc but doesn’t actually happen, Hongjoong has an intoxication fetish lowkey, he’s insane

All Hongjoong remembers before he got to your shared home was that he had finals, and 2 bottles of Bacardi after finals.

He doesn’t know what time he arrived home, but he knows he was there before you; although, that doesn’t say much considering your line of work.

He ought to ask you about it one day. Hongjoong only knows two things about your job. First, It’s making you filthy rich. Most college aged people can only dream about having a black card, let alone use it so carelessly. Second, it keeps you out of the house; which he resents your job for.

He laid on the king bed still in his Balmain suit and matching loafers. His eyes were half lidded and glossy. He was being kissed by the deadly allure of sleep, but he was determined to see you.

“Oh…Hi baby. You asleep?”

You finally came home.

He lazily turns his head and grabs your free hand while your other supports your weight on the bed.

“Where were you?”

Even when his ears and cheeks are kissed red by drink, he’s still possessive.

“Work, hun.”

“Quit”

He nuzzles his hand further into your palm. His thumbs rub your knuckles in loose patterns.

“Baby, how am I supposed to take care of you when I’m broke…are you drunk?”

He nods, ruffling the bedsheets with his movement.

“Mhm…why you wanna know? You wanna take advantage of me?”

His eyes hold a mischievous gleam in them as he brings your palm in for a long, slow kiss. Anyone who saw him would have believed he was born to seduce. To lead good people to their destruction.

“No, goofy. I’m trying to make sure you’re ok.”

You rub his cheek and flash him a sweet smile. Hongjoong can’t stand it. It’s been weeks since you’ve touch him. He knows he doesn’t need to provide “sugar” in this arrangement with you, but that doesn’t stop his sweet tooth.

“Is there someone else?” He glares icily at you.

“No-“

“Cause if there is, I’ll kill them. I’m make sure there will be nowhere left to find that bitch when I’m through.”

“Ok, honey-“

“Then I’ll burn this place to the ground with you in it. In fact, I’ll sit outside and watch it burn. I’ll make sure you’re gone. I’ll be damned if some other bitch is showing you lo-“

His drunken ramble is quickly silenced by the intrusion of your thumb entering his mouth. He feels it rest on his tongue as your acrylic threatens to poke uvula. Thank god, he has a bad gag reflex. He may be rabid but he’s a well-trained dog. He closes the top roof of his mouth just enough to leave a faint ident on your knuckle; then he begins suckling on your thumb.

Small suction and kitten licks become pornographic as he hollows his cheeks and swirls his tongue around your digit. A faint bit of drool dribbles down his chin from his sloppiness. It leaves him unsatisfied, he needs something bigger, pulsing.

You slowly wean him off your thumb to see his dazed expression. His ears, cheeks and chest are now crimson and scorching. His eyes are glazed over with lust as you bring your spit covered thumb to his cheek. You see the erection forming in the trousers you bought him and a thrill goes through you.

“Mmm…C’mon, fuck me.”

“No.”

“C’mon, please,please, I’m so drunk I wouldn’t even be able to fight back. You could do whatever you want to me.”

He squirms closer to your form and bites your hand.

“Besides, I owe it to you don’t I? Just need to fulfill my bargain. Make my momma happy right? Need to let her use me and pour more alcohol down my slutty throat.”

He turns his head and licks your thumb. He gives it a small kiss and looks up at you as he says, “Need to please you Ma’am.”

“How ‘bout we talk about this in the morning baby.”

God, you’re gonna fucking kill him.

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[somethingsmarrt]

of note

any writings posted here are purely the result of an overactive imagination and have as much to do with reality as your opinion has to do with my bills.

feel free to send suggestions, no guarantee anything will get written.

heavily into femdom, angst, and sick fics

aside from that, please enjoy my poorly written thoughts.

[somethingsmarrt]

Felix knows he should try to be quieter. There are people above and below the apartment that are probably considering writing a heinous noise complaint right now, but that really doesn’t matter. His torso is splayed out on the couch while his hips are propped up on the thick thigh beneath them, one leg dangles off her lap and the other is bent against her chest so its out of her way. One of her hands is laying over the bottom of his stomach and the other is two fingers deep in him. She hasn’t moved her wrist much and her other arm keeps him from chasing his pleasure, leaving him to pant and plead with her while she slowly curls her fingers over and over against the spot that makes him twitch. 

“P-please I can’t,” a rather violent twitch cuts the air from his vocal chords and the whole sentence devolves into an embarrassingly high pitched whine. He turns his face into the back of the couch to keep from being any louder, back bowing against the pit that has grown in his lower stomach. Every fiber of him feels like its being unspun, drawn out and spread so she can ravel it back up. She’s unrelenting in her pace, still applying and removing pressure against the ball of nerves in slow even strokes, the palm of her hand pressed right against the smooth skin of his gooch. 

“You can’t? You're doing it right now aren’t you?” is the mocking answer he gets back. He can’t see her from where his face is buried in the cushion at the back of the couch but he knows she is smirking. It makes his half hard dick twitch. He can’t really handle actual degradation but her being slightly condescending makes him feel light headed in a good way. The hand she has on his stomach pats him lightly, stroking over his hip bone warmly and tapping there too. He knows this means she wants him to look at her but his arms tremble under him when he tries to readjust his shoulders so he can look at her. She's patient, waits for him to settle on his elbows and drag his eyes up to meet her gaze before continuing. 

“You wanted me to make you cum on my fingers didn’t you?” she tilts her head slightly, letting the hand not currently occupied trail over his abdomen, dropping her eye to watch the muscles twitch under her touch. The already swollen flesh of his bottom lip gets taken between his teeth, a small sniffle leaving him at the realization of what she was getting at. Really he should have seen this coming, she never denied any of his requests when it came to asking for things like this, but she was prone to doing them on her terms unless he was extremely specific. It was part of why he liked her so much, he asked for something and she knew exactly what to give him, and he never had a reason to question her or her methods. But right now hes starting to regret his lack of specificity. 

“Yes.” comes out in a breath, his whole chest deflating as one of his nipples gets rolled under her fingertips. 

“Yes? Then why are you complaining?” her tone hasn’t changed, another roll against his chest has his neck going weak, head nearly tilting back. A sharp pinch makes him jolt up, eyes wide and searching her face for what he did wrong. Her face is annoyingly stoic when she repeats her previous question.

“M’not complaining… just…” he feels a little lost now. She's never pushed him to explain himself during a scene before, he tends to get into his headspace pretty quickly once things get started and having to make a coherent argument was starting to throw him out of it. Putting him somewhere weird and inbetween. She's his domme, so she makes the hard choices, does what she thinks is best even when he gets a little bratty, and he expects her to do the same now. But when his silence doesn’t yield any response from her he can feel a little anxiety start to creep in. “I-I don’t know. Please don’t be mad.”

She must be able to tell by his change in demeanor that she’s pushed him too far the wrong way, as her features immediately soften as she cooes an apology at him. Mentally she repreminds herself to be gentler, in all the months they have been doing this she had been careful about how hard she pushed him. Generally he was an easy sub, happy and eager, but she had noticed certain lines of questioning could put him into a pretty bad headspace if she wasn’t careful. He was sensitive, and could easily fall into subspace given the right prompts from her. Likewise, she had made the mistake of letting him drop too quickly, resulting in two particularly bad drops in the aftermath. She was used to being meaner during scenes, unteaching herself was a process, but Felix was a sub that deserved her unrelenting kindness and she would try to deliver that. 

“Its okay sweetheart, I was too mean with you wasn’t I? You don’t need to explain anything to me.” she emphasizes her words with firmer strokes against the spongy surface of his prostate under her fingertips. “You’re used to me touching your pretty cock when we do this, but tonight I want you to come just on my fingers, just like you asked.” 

His shoulders visibly relax at her change in tone, letting the hazy feeling take back over as he resettles into focusing on the pleasure she is giving him. He nods his head to let her know he understands and lets his eyes droop shut a little, shuffling a bit so his hips are further into her spread lap. There's comfort in knowing where she was going with the scene, and excitement at the prospect of getting to experience something new.

She waits a few more moments until the shine of pleasure is back in his eyes and his body has relaxed against the cushions, arms giving out so he is laying on his back again. With one hand reaching down to brush against her hip, silently letting her know that he was good again. Then her hand is back across his hip, this time firmly pressing down in anticipation of his response to her next action. She withdraws the two fingers that were buried in him until they are halfway out before coaxing them back in, eliciting a short gasp from him as his hips twitch. This gets repeated again and again until his legs begin to tremble, hips trying to buck back against her but unable to move too much with her forearm holding him. 

It doesn't take long for him to devolve into a series of soft whines and groans, body bending and shaking under her ministrations, occasional whines of her name falling from his lips when a particularly sharp jolt of pleasure licks up his spine. When the warm pit in the bottom of his stomach begins to spread his moans turn to pleas. He knows this is going to be a strong orgasm, the intensity of the growing sensations already enough to have him panting in anticipation. Shes properly finger fucking him now, the pace isn’t fast, but she hasn’t missed that spot that has him warbling out incoherent sentences yet. Her voice responds to his babbles but he can’t really understand what she's saying beyond the reassuring tone she has adopted. 

“Look at you pretty, squirming all over me, feeling that good are you?” she asks the question more to spur him on than expecting any real response. Considering the shaking, verbal mess he had become over the last fifteen minutes she doubts he would actually have anything to say to her. Still, he’s told her he likes when she talks him through scenes so she continues anyway. “Want you to tell me when you're close Lix.” 

The sound he makes in response is guttural, surprising her and him both, enough that her hand stills inside him long enough for him to begin to beg her to keep going. His left hand lifting from the side of the couch where he had been clenching the cushion in a death grip to tentatively fold around her wrist on his stomach. 

“Please don’t stop, please,” he lifts his head to look at her, “its so good, feels different.” every muscle in him is drawn taught, even his hole flutters around her. The gaping pit had expanded to burn into his upper thighs, every part of him was tingling and warm, and he wanted more. 

She takes him in for a second. His skin is flushed down to his chest, a pretty rose pink that is a deeper red along his cheeks, the effect further accentuated by the tears flowing from his eyes. His gaze is unfocused but communicates his desperation well enough. The swollen overbitten flesh if his bottom lips hangs open slightly as he pants between small noises of pleasure. 

“I won’t stop.” and she doesn’t, picking back up her pace and then some. She has to refold his leg when he starts giving whole body jerks, his moans have gone high pitched, and the hand wrapped holding her arm is unsteadily seizing her flesh in an attempt to try and ground himself. His hips roll against her hand, completely out of his control now as his body chases this new, all consuming feeling. The occasional deep, breathy moan of her name cuts between his wet whines encourage her further, even when her arm begins to burn with effort. She can’t stop looking at where her finger disappears behind the ring of muscle between his legs, slicked with lube and scorching hot as they slip in and out of him. Watching him is hypnotic, his body responds readily to any stimulation and he has no qualms with letting himself go to pleasure. 

“M’gonna cum.” his voice breaks her revere and her eyes flit up to look at his disheveled form, his back has started to arch, head thrown back so she can’t really see his face. His mouth is open, throat bobbing deliciously, the hand not holding her is curled in the cushion under his head, bicep popping under the strain of his impending pleasure. Another rasped groan is followed by another full body tensing. “Holy shit. I- fuck.” he feels like he is falling apart, being ravaged on the cellular level by a flame completely out of his control. There's a minor awareness in the back of his head that this might actually break him. 

She moves the arm that is holding him to grab at the bottle of lube on the underside of her thigh. Unrestrained, his hips are able to lift and roll more so she has to stop her hand for a few seconds so that his thrashing doesn’t dislodge her. He begs nice and proper when she does this, pleading unintelligibly with her to keep going. She talks to him softly as the cap of the bottle clicks open and she lets it dribble over her fingers where they stretch him out, pulling them out nearly all the way before folding her ring finger and pointer under the middle before pushing back in. Hes taken her whole hand before, she knows this is okay, still she is careful to not rush. Letting his flesh yield to her intrusion slowly, his adjuring coming to a halt as he momentarily focuses on the increased stretch of her pushing into him. Once hes taken all of her to the knuckle her previous pace is resumed, followed quickly by his entreatment for her to never stop. 

The stream of his pleas comes to a warbling halt, his breath getting stuck against the back of his throat as the first wave of his orgasm takes him. Both of his legs lock up, the strength of it forcing his abs to contract so hard his back collapses against the couch. The world goes to static around him, eyes rolling back as the waves consume him. His dick twitches, leaking a small river of his spend over him and her arm as he clenches tight around her finger

“Good boy,” there's awe in her voice, “God I could watch you all day. Cumming so good on my fingers for me.” and she could, she’s done it several times now. Though she doesn’t think anything has come close to this. The second it hits he seemingly looses all capacity of making noise, whole body going sack before clenching up rhythmically in time with the curl of her fingers. It takes several long seconds for his voice to come back to him enough for the whines to pick back up. She hasn’t stopped, but when his other hand comes to shakily touch her upper arm, imploring her in his fucked out tone that he ‘can’t take any more’ she gently removes her fingers from him. He jolts weakly when her fingers slip free but otherwise doesn’t move aside from the aftershocks that wrack his body. 

“You okay?” she runs her unsullied hand over his torso, catching his hand that is still shaking in hers and runs her finger over his. The tension is slowly leaving him, bleeding over into exhaustion as the flood of endorphins wanes. His heart is still hammering in his chest, and the small thrums of the residuals of such an intense orgasm continue to make him flinch occasionally but he manages a nod. She hums, reaching to the side of the couch to grab the wet wipes she had placed their earlier in preparation for their planned activities. Using a few to clean her own hand and several more to wipe at his hole and the cum on his stomach. By the time she finishes this he’s come down more from the metaphorical cloud he’d just been put on. She finishes just in time for the first small sob to break through his teeth.

“It was so good. T-thank you so much.” This is the part she loves the most. Felix is emotional by nature, and this was only ever amplified after they did anything together. He was particularly prone to bouts of crying after rougher or more intense scenes. They were normally happy tears and a way for his body to release the excess hormones his brain had just dumped into his system. And she loved getting to care for him through it. 

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Writing Tips

Punctuating Dialogue

✧

➸ “This is a sentence.”

➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.

➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”

➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”

➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”

➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”

➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.

“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.

“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”

➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”

➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”

However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can also be “outside”!

➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.

If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)

➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically express—“

“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.

➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.

➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”

➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.

“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”

➸ “If it’s the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.

“This shows it’s the same character continuing to speak.”

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x reader should be (and, generally speaking, often is) the most accepting fanfiction space because its consistently, and almost exclusively an expression or fantasy of being desired or wanted or wanting—or in an even more basic sense, considered. even if you dont explicitly self-insert, even if there’s a an oc thats just you but better or a faceless insert u make - it starts with the same premise. which is wanting to be seen or desired by some extension of who you are. or wanting to fantasize explicitly about a life that isn’t yours, any life but yours. its admitting more openly than other mediums—i want someone to want some part of me. to take interest in me sexually or romantically or platonically. i want this element of myself to be considered or thought of. sometimes that is accomplished through writing, and sometimes that is accomplished through reading and seeking to bits of yourself in other peoples. the other half is having space to want and yearn for something else. how liberating it is to admit that you’d like to be somewhere else.

and it is hardly a flawless medium and im really, really simplifying it but i do think that there is something uniquely enjoyable and freeing about it. i want agency in the stories i love. i want my presence to haunt this fiction like a ghost. i want to be loved, i want to be interesting. i want to experience hundreds of lives that aren’t mine. i want i want i want. this a story of you. this is a story of me.

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I think I like the idea of writing more than actually doing it. I like when there are thoughts in my head that can't get out so they get repeated until I grow bored of them.

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bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements