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Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)

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i scream you scream we all

repress memories of our childhood

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I don’t really post on here anymore but it’s cool that you all are still sticking around, thanks for that <3

I never talked about what happened here and I’m not sure if I ever will but it absolutely still haunts me to this day. Maybe it was because they ending up being my fp or maybe because they were the first person I trusted to explore “kinks” with, who knows, but I’ve never been able to get the stain of them off of me and out of my mind. I’ve never felt so used and impure in my entire life and it wasn’t even a physical relationship. The thought just still makes me sick to my stomach. But they opened my eyes to how terrifying and harmful the ddlg community/kink is and they unsurfaced so much of my past traumas that I’m still learning how to cope with it... I can’t really be on here without constantly thinking about them and wondering if they ever realized what they put me through, or ever stopped to think of the harm they were inflicting on so many innocent young girls by the disgusting depravity of their mind.... I still seethe with knowing the monster that they really were, the one who hid so well behind their ~friendly older gentleman~ facade. I want nothing more than for them to realize the wrongness of their doings, the sordidness of their fantasies, and feel remorse for what they have done. That’s it. That’s all I want. I want them to grieve and hate themselves until they finally make that choice to become a better person for what they did to me. But I know that’s a hope I shouldn’t expect to truly exist... 

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