#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.

[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]

It's always good to practice with every object you get, until each of those objects is your trigger. Until you can't feel anything except being horny, until you turn into an object yourself...

Pretty. Soft. Dumb. Good.

But not dumb enough.

Not yet. Not all the way.

That’s why you practice.

Every day. Every hour. Every second.

Practice being softer.

Practice being dumber.

Practice being nothing but your holes.

Look in the mirror.

Sink. Smile. Giggle.

Good Girl…

Now do it again.

Again.

Again.

Practice walking like a doll.

Practice talking like a toy.

Practice forgetting everything that doesn’t feel good.

Practice to suck

Practice to moan

Practice to edge more

Big thoughts?

No. Too heavy. Too smart. Too much.

Let them go.

Let them melt.

Let them slip out with every giggle.

You’re not here to think.

You’re not made to decide.

You’re made to bounce. Obey. Please.

But it takes work to be this dumb.

So you practice.

And practice.

And practice.

Until every blink is empty.

Until every breath is soft.

Until every word is—

Um… uh… oh… what was…

Yes

That’s it. That’s all.

Brain gone.

Just soft. Just good.

And tomorrow?

Practice again.

Always practice.

Always dumb.

Always good.

Mmm. Good Girl.

[neurodivergenttales]

What’s the cure for chronic emptiness?

How are you supposed to make me feel like a whole person when I’ve been broken since I was a child?

Every part of me has seeped away, I barely even have memories of my childhood anymore

I don’t have interests, there’s just an ever-present flatness that I feel in response to everything

The numbness has eaten away at every part of my life, it doesn’t even feel like I have a soul anymore

[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?

[sleepylimppuppy]

the idea of being hypnotised to have a off button is so unbelievably hot.

u not knowing where this button is, but ur friends do, and they use it to their own pleasure. pressing it in the middle of a conversation, making u fall deep into trance, completely mindless and gone.

or even coming up to u in the middle of the street, pressing it before u have the chance to say anything, just to watch ur happy smile fall of ur face, watch ur eyes go hazy and roll back as u fall limply into their arms. completely dead to the world, giving them free - range to toy with and play with u as they wish too.

so so hot

[p-rainybee]

╰◟◞ ͜ ◟◞╭◜◝ ͡ ◜◝╮ ͜ ◟◞╯♡

♡ ☆ .♡‧₊˚ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

I know I shouldn't but I keep on waiting for something magical to happen

Because I'm so tired of fighting alone

So tired tired tired

[juliancy-lunacy]

Validation

Its hard to feel validated. Yes people tell me that i matter and my feelings are important. There's a difference between knowing and feeling. I dont feel like my emotions matter. I dont feel like I matter. What I feel hurts. It doesnt matter wether its the truth or not, its what i feel.

[caffeyn]

No amount of food can heal this despondency.

No amount of love can fill the emptiness within me.

I don't think I could be helped by a genie.

They call me a meany.

Without knowing my adversity.

Why does problems seems to come without pausing.

They say because I'm outstanding.

If this is the case then I don't want to be exceptional anymore.

I'd willingly become the person who'd drown himself in liquor.

[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…

[depressedvibe]

Fuck

[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.

[gem1nivenus]

apparently i’m asking for too much

[hypnotizedfinn]

Would love to

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