i read this with my long distance gf n we both cried. she liked the immediacy of how they talked. “im holding you.” the line about how if they could fuck then they could talk devastated me

But at the end of the day, I don’t do kink for your benefit. You’re just someone I can hurt without worrying about the consequences. You’re a pet to beat and use, smart enough to know I do it out of love and dumb enough not to run. I’m here to find something to ruin; you volunteered. Remember that.

I’ve been tracking how much exercise you get. Not much. Wouldn’t take long at all to break you down. All things considered, I hope you like concrete and rope. You’ll be free of the latter, eventually, but that doesn’t mean you’ll escape. Especially with me wearing you out, or the little that’s left.

theres a crass joke here, somewhere

also sitcoms go hard sometimes. i got two gfs n a metamour obsessed with cheers once

this is why i always make sure im the freakiest in the polycule. all normie taste reverts to freak shit purely through my presence

heineken, fuck that shit! pabst. blue. ribbon!!

theyre right 4 that tho. humans r rad

neuroplasticity is crazy! theres a lot u can do to improve speed n the ability to make connections depending on what u want to improve

Artful speech is learned; beauty, developed over all our years. It’s a wonderful thing, making words conform to desire. You just need to let them.

the best porn is hot w/out getting off needed. ur stuff is rly fun n i think porn can be an extension of the existing emotions n cuteness if u want it to be!!

yea i like writing stuff like that ^_^ idk its cute n the world deserves lots of love!

The sea longs for the beach at low tide most of all, desperately wishing the topmost sands could remember her. She hopes that, one day, the cyclic exchange will end, at last pure consumption of the swelling deep.

bluesky is a twitter clone so still works i think

I love you like the ocean loves each beach, wishing so desperately to have you, but never getting you as badly as I crave. I’ll churn you out and give you new flesh, but always you’re out of reach.

or somethin like that :p

all about school and friends and that new thing Jackson showed you in Pokémon—that this will never end. I’ll always read to you when that’s what you want, or let you put on a cartoon when you’ve done your schoolwork (it’s okay, dad can help you). I’ll always love you, in just the same way as now.

your big blanket. Certainly you blush like you’re hotter, when my fuzzy arms keep you close for half an hour, only getting up so we can go to the couch. I’m so proud of my little girl, and I want you to always know that this, the nights where you nestle into me and I caress your cheek as you tell me