I suck at coming up with new ideas to post on here. I really want to be one of those cool literotica posters that type all the hot smut but for the life of me I suck at actually thinking of my own ideas to write. Hence all the depressive philosophy that this account has become. Alas.

To love so deeply is Man's greatest curse. To love so strongly, so powerfully, and to not be able to fill that empty void in our chests. The heart is a muscle, it can get stronger, but also be torn. What tragedy is it that our strength becomes our undoing in times of crisis?

This story ends in heartbreak.

At least I tried, the weight no longer rests on my heart, but now I fear there's no heart left to weigh on

it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts

Everyone should play Hello Kitty Island Adventure, it is a perfect game.

Referring toward my previous post, and things related in personal and professional life: Elysium does not come to you, we each have to find our own path towards paradise. It does not come easy, Elysium must be earned. Good will follow in the wake of self-love and freedom.

Will I ever be good enough? Will the love ever be requited? Will I ever be free from this cage around my heart; free to share my true feelings? Can being just a friend ever be enough? I feel such grand love in my heart for her, but I cannot set it free. I fear for the loss of what I have...

Love is love. A simple truth, so easily misconstrued by those whose hatred is disguised as "love." We all deserve love, but there are those who want to take that natural truth away from those they deem unworthy. But who are they to decide who is worthy. Love, for that is an undeniable truth.

Okay, get this, a trans girl that is loved and appreciated, is that hot enough to be erotica? Is this anything? Am I anything? Are any of us?

Y'know, when I said I was going to write more, I meant like erotica, but here I am and have been waxing philosophical.

We are every moment that lead to now, we are the essence of every memory that fades in our minds with each passing recall, we are our circumstances, and our friends, and our world we live in, we are the life we've lived, failures and successes and pains and loves and hopes and all

If you ever feel like you're bad at everything, like I often do, just know that skill comes with time, natural talent is a myth propagated by media and a poor education system; nobody is born smart or strong, you have to work for everything in this life and someday that work will pay off.

I think porn is just as much of an escape as any form of fiction. It allows us to briefly visit a "reality" in which we are happy or good at something or just encapsulates a feeling we desire from our everyday lives. Porn is an important medium for humanity and shouldn't be diminished or hidden.

I think I'm gonna actually post stuff on here, my twitter is all reposts which, I do like sharing stuff that I like, but I also want to share my own thoughts sometimes. I'm not an artist or anything, I am a writer (but I don't write much) so maybe this will give me the chance to actually do some.