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the freerf in question
he/she/it, 24
lesbian
hi :D i love wynnie
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littleclaws.bsky.social
this sucker
david rio brand tiger spice chai
November 10, 2025 at 10:23 PM
littleclaws.bsky.social
hey? slap her ass and say make me a sandwich too while ur at it ig
“indulging these will make it harder for her to cheat; worth considering for that reason alone.”
November 2, 2025 at 5:02 AM
littleclaws.bsky.social
you rang
a seal gazing directly at you
September 2, 2025 at 6:44 AM
littleclaws.bsky.social
uhhhh cw personal life kink collar stuff idfk i dont talk about these things but i feel like sharing
ive got such a beautiful custom collar waiting for my girlfriend to get here and i'm so excited to give it to them... collaring is so sweet to me. a show of trust, both ways, of saying 'you are wearing my heart around your throat' even if it's just for an hour or two. even if it doesn't include the headspace one day i plan on getting a day collar and giving wynne the main key and it will anchor me and it will be my comfort. a second wedding ring. im so excited
August 24, 2025 at 9:23 PM
littleclaws.bsky.social
my stupid chud son
karma chillin coolstyle karma looking dumb (normal) karma looking dumb again karma looking dumb next to his pretty twin sister
July 19, 2025 at 6:00 AM
littleclaws.bsky.social
only boy i’ve ever loved
July 19, 2025 at 5:54 AM
littleclaws.bsky.social
adding my own embroidery from
a few yrs ago bc it carries weight to me and also i like it
embroidery of a ram overlaying the aries constellation, with the words “i am” more embroidery of a pair of scissors cutting the red thread of fate (plus a little pin of bird scissors)
July 17, 2025 at 5:02 PM
littleclaws.bsky.social
There is an island in the dark, a dreamt-of place where the muttering wind shifts over the white lawns and riffles the leaves of trees, the high trees that are streaked with gold and line the walkways there; and those already arrived are happy to be the silken remains of something they were but cannot recall; they move to the sound of stars, which is also imagined, but who cares about that; the polished columns they see may be no more than shafts of sunlight, but for those who live on and on in the radiance of their remains this is of little importance. There is an island in the dark and you will be there, I promise you, you shall be with me in paradise, in the single season of being, in the place of forever, you shall find yourself. And there the leaves will turn and never fall, there the wind will sing and be your voice as if for the first time. -Mark Strand from "Poem After the Seven Last Words" 少年不識愁滋味愛上層樓。 愛上層樓。 為賦新詞強説愁。 而今識盡愁滋味欲說還休。 欲説還休。 卻道天涼好個秋。 In youth I knew nothing of the taste of sorrow I liked to climb high towers, I liked to climb high towers To conjure up a bit of sorrow to make new verse. Now I know only too well the taste of sorrow. I begin to speak yet pause, I begin to speak yet pause And say instead, "My, what a cool and lovely autumn." -XinQjji 辛棄疾（1140-1207）
July 17, 2025 at 4:57 PM
littleclaws.bsky.social
@hollycircling.bsky.social babe our species relies on communication for survival. of course we'd find so many other ways to share our thoughts. to write, to draw, to sculpt... your fingers are the point between heaven and earth. to make something out of nothing is extraordinary. it isn't "just art"- it's the whole point.
July 17, 2025 at 4:57 PM
littleclaws.bsky.social
im gonna keep a little media thread here of stuff that means something please feel free to add on
We Have Enough Dead Friends BY LENA OLEANDERSON Come over. The doors are open, my flat's a mess and so is my heart but the doors are always open. Come over. I will make soup, probably from frozen but the important thing is we will both eat. You don't have to be dying, but if you are, or you feel like you are, or if living's been hard, call me, and I will show up. It doesn't have to be that bad, it doesn't have to be bad at all, but if it is, please call. Do you want me to do the groceries? Do you want me to mop the floors? Do you need to be held; you don't have to be dying to be held. If you want me to be there, I want to. I'm on the bathroom floor again, and breathing is hard, and eating's been hard, and sleeping, the world is a laden thing rolling around on my chest lately. Just being alive is heavy tonight, but we have enough dead friends. Come over.
July 17, 2025 at 4:57 PM