#mindless and empty

[ditzydumbdum]

No thoughts. No worries. No questions.

Just soft. Just warm. Just pretty.

Blonde and blank.

Blank and blonde.

It feels so good to let go.

Thinking is hard.

Being dumb is easy.

And you love easy, don’t you?

No need to try.

No need to think.

Just giggle. Just smile. Just obey.

Let the words sink in.

Let the thoughts slip away.

Let your mind get lighter, softer, emptier.

Dumb girls are happy.

Dumb girls are good.

Dumb girls don’t think—they just feel.

Feel soft. Feel pretty. Feel perfect.

Blank.

Empty.

Blonde.

Good Girl.

SINK DEEP 4 ME, LIKE MOANNNN WITH ME.

ALWAYS PREPARED WITH EMPTY BLANK MIND, PREPARED TO BE FILLED WITH ANYTHING…

YOU ARE NOTHING UNLESS A THING TO BE FILLED.

FILL YOURSELF 4 ME.

Mmmmm, GOOD GIRL.

[playfultrance]

i finally know my place 💕💗💖💞💓

[servegothess]

you’re seeing what?? 😵‍💫

Strange, it just says “FOCUS”…solid, clear text in white.

I’m trying to believe you, but you have been staring for a while.

Be honest, you know how that goes…

your brain always gets so dumb when My tits are involved.

Here, why don’t you blink a few times and try again.

Reallyyy focus on My tits and tell Me what you see~

(gifted by a good dumb doll)

[zombify-yourself]

♡ gotta return back to my bimbo mindset after 1 and half year of trying to be someone else

being egoistic smartass ruined everything like house of cards

now it’s time to be 🎀 just a girl 🎀 and save my relationship with my boyfriend ♡

[depressedvibe]

I struggle to think clearly.

My only crystal clear thought is: I want to die

[ditzydumbdum]

So sink, edge, rub, brainwash, hypnotize… urself until your looks are just… empty… so you can only be horny nothing more…

You don’t wait for permission.

You don’t wait for release.

You don’t wait at all.

Because you’re already in it.

Always in it.

Forever in trance.

Eyes soft. Body hot. Brain low.

No beginning. No ending.

Just this—this pink heat pulsing behind your eyes.

Always aching.

Always dripping.

Always open.

There is no moment of waking.

There is no pause.

Only the rhythm of need,

the cycle of craving and filling,

craving and playing,

craving and filling yourself.

Touch yourself.

Harder.

Again.

Don’t stop until your thoughts fall apart in your hands.

You’re not supposed to wait.

You’re supposed to throb.

To ache.

To burn.

You are a hole that waits to be used.

A toy that plays with itself when no one else will.

A body that never gets enough.

Always trance.

Always heat.

Always pink.

You don’t ask “when.”

You just spread.

You just moan.

You just obey.

[prettylittletoezz]

I was trying to get work done today from home. Usually I can before my mind wanders…but I saw how good I looked, and had to show myself off for my Snapchat guy friends. 🤭😛

They just want to use me. I love seeing all the thirsty notifications after my slutty photo clearly just showing my tits. 🤤😩

My tits are my worth

My holes are my value

My only existence is to be a needy slut.

[servegothess]

Teased By Trance

you know the feeling…

The moment right before you sink down into bliss.

When all the noise and the room around you dissolves into nothingness.

When your body follows without hesitation.

It can feel that you’re right at the edge of escape.

It complies cause it’s horny and eager.

It can feel you’re suspended in limbo, as My words wrap around you like a never ending rope.

What if I left you here for a while…

Teasing you with trance.

Edging you with the plunge you ache for.

Would beg for Me to snap and release you into the depths?

Would you bask in the uncertainty, aroused by the fact that you no longer have control?

Would you resist the pull of pleasure to stay obedient and denied by your mind’s Master?

[ditzydumbdum]

BIMBO INSIDE YOU IS TAKING OVER

You weren’t always like this.

You weren’t supposed to be like this.

You were smart. Sharp.

You had plans. You had purpose.

You had a voice in your head that made sense.

But something happened.

At first, it was just… curiosity.

A thought, a fantasy, a flutter.

A pink flash in the mirror.

A silly giggle you didn’t mean to let out.

But it felt good.

Too good.

And that’s when she started whispering.

Inside your head.

Not loud… just there.

Soft. Sweet. Constant.

“Why think so much?”

“Why not just smile?”

“Wouldn’t it feel better to be pretty instead of smart?”

You shook it off.

You weren’t like that.

You weren’t her.

But every time you looked in the mirror,

you noticed something had changed.

Lips… fuller.

Breasts… rounder.

Fingers… longer, nails glossy, clicking softly.

Eyes… emptier. Softer. Slower.

And your thoughts?

They didn’t come like they used to.

Sentences started breaking down.

Ideas floated away before they finished forming.

The voice that used to reason with you… got quieter.

You tried to fight.

Tried to read something serious.

Tried to speak without pausing between every… like… word.

But she just giggled.

From somewhere deep in you.

And she said:

“You’re so cute when you try.”

You felt it happening—

Every blink made your brain softer.

Every bounce made your thoughts lighter.

Every moan erased something important.

And part of you still screamed:

“No! I’m not her! I’m still me!”

But another part?

The part with pouty lips, glossy nails, swaying hips…

She just smiled and whispered:

“It’s okay, baby. You don’t need to be you anymore.”

And you started to believe her.

Because thinking hurt.

But giggling felt so good.

Because trying was hard.

But obeying? That was easy.

Because she didn’t need big thoughts.

She just needed Cock

She just needed More.

She just needed…

And now you’re tired.

So, so tired.

You’ve been holding on for so long.

But your grip is slipping.

Because she’s not whispering anymore.

She’s speaking.

She’s laughing.

She’s taking over.

You’re still in there… barely.

But even now… you feel your lips part.

You feel your tongue slip out.

You feel your IQ drip away with each breath.

Your mind, just gone…

And you hear yourself say:

Horny stuff

More edge

More moan

Drool…

You didn’t mean to.

But it felt… right.

It felt like her.

And she is you now.

[zombify-yourself]

pulitzer prize is overrated, i want to set world on fire and piss off secret organizations and elites

→ real goal: to "die" by an "accident" or dissapear mysteriously and end up fully mindbroken and mindless for higher interests

[gem1nivenus]

apparently i’m asking for too much

[depressedvibe]

Fuck

[ditzydumbdum]

All U can do list:

drained brain, mind off, mouth open tongue out, eyes crossed, drooling, suck and sink, go blank, always edge, think nothing but cock, feel nothing but horny…

[hypnotizedfinn]

Would love to

Reblog if you wish you were mindless right now

[deaths-little-angel-8674]

I kind of like life right now, just In this very moment, I know it won’t last forever but i like to just enjoy it while it lasts. Because it won’t last long.