I know a girl from an island, She stands apart from the crowd. She loves the sea and her people, She makes her whole family proud. Sometimes the world seems against you, The journey may leave a scar. But scars can heal and reveal just Where you are.
I’ve been spending my day sprawled on my bed, with incense burning,
enjoying the sexiest posts on Tumblr, edging myself silly to hypnos all
day. my hair is oily now from squirming around and writhing against
my pillows for hours on end gooning the day away, and my skin is greasy
and gross from all the sweating. My tumblr is like my mirror that tells
me what I am, what my purpose is in life. My blog is a portal into my
cotton candy filled head. Cock makes me feel dumb and fluffy and
horny and bimbofied. And I have all the time in the world today….. no
planning today, just edging and emptiness, for hours and hours on end.
It never works when I plan.. everything that’s meant to happen somehow
just does when I give up thinking. So today I gave up. I can’t do it
alone for long though. Edging for hours had me aching for cock, to the
point I couldn’t stand it, I was going crazy for cock. So I brought a
cock to my bedroom. My thoughts are in a puddle in the bottom of my
head when the cock enters my hole. His cock has turned my thoughts into
paste, then to something less than paste. They could barely even be
called ‘thoughts’ anymore. ‘Thoughts’ were something people had, and I
sunk low enough that seemed a stretch now. Dolls don’t have thoughts.
Dolls are hollow and horny and happy. Dolls exist to be used and never
to think. Dolls drool at both ends when they aren’t being used and moan
like whores when they are being used. Dolls are fun, dolls are pretty and dolls
would never, ever be able to get their brains back once they lost it. If I’d been able to think I might have had an opinion on how his cock
was turning me into a brainless doll. On how I was never going to be
able to go back. But I couldn’t. So I didn’t. And never would.
Here, I was waiting all this while for our ‘Mother Teresa’ Armin to become the most inspiring dedicated Commander of the Survey Corps for the generations to come and then the latest chapter makes me want to 'Levi-slay’ Isayama as well as punch my fist against the wall.
To my ‘internet’ friends, that live so far far away from me. thank you.
sometimes, I’m feeling down… and also scared of things that i can’t really explain to anyone around me, feel so alone against the world. And i end up texting you, I’m still really scared that you will not like me as much because of that (please tell me if i’m being too much…) but you reply anyway, with lots of nice words, sometime funny texts, lighten up my mood and make everything feel better. thank you for being there for me, the *hugs* and all those heart and kissy emojis means so much. every single one of them :’)