collected confessions

I have bought 7 dolls in 8 months and am already thinking of the 8th. I used to secretly, just very slighty judge people who spend so much and keep buying one after the other, but now I can see how easily it happens. It’s because I recently started working again and was able to get my own place, so I dont have anything stopping me. Its also because a bunch of limiteds I ‘had’ to have all came out with less than ideal timing relative to eachother. There’s non-limited dolls I want to but they’ve all been postponed since its ok to not get them right away whereas these limiteds are only going to get harder and pricier to get, which means I have to grab them immediately. I’m sure people here are familiar with this issue. Now, bills etc always come first, and individually, I love all these dolls and I couldnt tell you which I like the best, so at least I know I’m not blindly flinging money around on impulse buys. But when I see them all together, I start to panic as I see the space they take up, and then I start to calculate in my head how much money I have spent on them. Its so much money, and it happened so quickly. I want to enjoy them, but I just feel this sense of shame at my lack of restraint, especially when I think about what others might think, such as my family. But there’s still more that I want, at least 5. I want to believe I’d finally be satisfied and stop when I have them all but Im terrified that I wont be and this will just keep going. I’m so scared this addiction could spiral out of control (even more than it already has) and then I’ll never be able to properly save money. And yet, I could never part with these guys because I love them too much. I dont know what to do :c

~Anonymous

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my goal when i first wanted to publish poetry was to personalize each book. i wanted to draw in them, hand write notes, press flowers, add more to them. but i didn’t know how to do that with Become, and Soft Human was something separate from what i want to do with my work. that book was more a collection of reminders and confessions. i would not call any of it poetry. but now i am working on poetry. real poetry. and i am being patient with this process. i want to write more than i want to publish. i want it to be a small collection, too. i keep writing the same poems over and over and trying to rework them and i have never really done that before. it has been years since i’ve written poems that exceed a page. now they’re reaching 3, 4. they aren’t for anybody but myself. and they’re love poems. i’m trying to commit to love poems. but i want to order maybe 20 books at a time and personalize each one of them and just have those available. and when they sell, i will order 20 more and personalize those. i never really wanted my poetry to be mass produced and always the same. that’s why i like when other people draw and write in my books when they buy them. but i think i’m going to do it myself this time around. i think it’ll be a lot more intimate for people. i feel like i lost myself and lost sight of my little dreams the past couple years when it came to writing and putting my work out there. i can feel myself coming back to myself in this way. 

“I love you daddy” 
Big Bang five part drabble.

PART 1
Member: Choi Seunghyun, T.O.P

GENRE: FLUFF

A/N: TALK TO ME, YOU BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE. MY ASK BOX STARTS TO COLLECT DUST INSTEAD OF CONFESSIONS AND ASKS.



A warm breath.

A kiss on the forehead.

An “I love you” whispered in the light night air.

And then coldness.

It slowly but surely woke me up in the middle of the night. The stars and the moon were so bright you could almost mistake it for a day. And the pillow next to mine was empty and cold. As it was most on the nights.

But he was here. His heavy masculine scent was floating in the air.

Slowly getting off the bed,the black ribbon of the lace panties was shown under the white dress shirt that belonged to the black prince himself. He likes art,chairs, aesthetic talks and alcohol.

Alcohol gives him a certain pleasure that I can’t understand as a non-drinker. It never gave me any pleasure. Only headache. And since the first time I drinked I haven’t done it again.

The living room was quiet as usual. Only the sound of cracking fire from the fire place and the cars down on the road could be heard.

The black leather chair or as I call it his throne was turned to look at the windows and the back of it was facing me. On the small table a bottle of whiskey and a glass filled with it were reflecting the lights from the town . The smoke from his ciggarete was going up,making a beautiful oreol above his head.

But something was different.

His hair was back to pitch black. Last night it was cotton candy pink. Pink made him look innocent and lovely.

White and brown hair made him pure and nice and all the cute shit.

And black…black was my favourite. When his hair was black no one could mistake who was the boss in the house.

And I loved watching him. In his peace. Watching the town, thinking about his own things, while I only observed him as a piece of art sent by the gods to protect me.

“Go back to sleep, kiddo. Sorry for waking you up. It wasn’t my intention.” His raspy voice was a melody that I loved so much. I felt something was off. His voice had hidden sadness that I couldn’t leave alone.

“Choi Seunghyun, do you need a hug or am I feeling things?” a laugh escaped his lips. I knew he was smiling and that was a beautiful sight, although behind him, I could just see it, feel it. “Choi Seunghyun? Since when you are allowed to say my full name?” his rules were unbreakable. Why did I even try? “Ok. I got it. Oppa, do you need a hug?” ”I need you to come and cuddle up in my arms. Now.” From sweet to daddy. Really Choi Seunghyun? Fine.

I did exactly as he asked. I curled up in his arms, my feet falling of the throne, with one of his hands curling around my waist and at the same time taking a puff from his cigarette. “You are the little kitten I always wanted when I was small, you know that, right kiddo?” A short full of emotions kiss landed on my hair. ”Now sleep. I will protect you as long as I can.”

I believe you,Choi Seunghyun. I beliеve you.

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Master Devil Do Not Kiss Me  恶魔少爷别吻我 S2 Ep.1
Chu Xia x Qi Lu 初七夫妇 ~ Confession Again

“Let’s be lovers”

Will You Be My Purrincess?

Summary: One-Shot. MariChat. Marinette really needs to study, but Chat Noir is keen on talking to her. She confronts him about his need to always see her.

I feel like I should rename it something else, but oh well. lmao.

Other One-Shots for my “Confessions” collection:

Adrinette: Never Been Kissed

Adrinette: One Last Chance

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Marinette groaned as she fell face first onto the comfort of her bed. She reached out to one of the pillows above her and rolled over before burying her face deep into its softness. She let out another groan before bringing the pillow downwards towards her stomach, her eyes now fixated on the lights above her.

It was almost the end of the school year, which meant the beginning of the exam period and the start of oral presentations. She’s been spending countless hours after school at the library with Alya and a few of her other classmates. They’ve been cramming and inputting the last finishing touches on their last few projects.

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And whenever you take my hand,
I can feel the tsunami of thoughts
Recede and then rise,
Climbing my throat like a wave of nausea.
And I can’t fight this flow of feelings;
This waterfall of words,
All twisted and tangled tumbling over a trembling lower lip.
This collection of confessions are meant only to compensate
For a sleeve too short to show you my whole heart.
A superfluous essay
Summarized by the three words
That I struggle to say;
I love you.
—  Graphorrea // Ceres

“A few months ago I discovered several shops that sell Disney socks. That was when my collection of Disney socks started and now I wear Disney socks almost every day. I know that more people wear Disney socks, I’m obviously not the only one, though to me it’s a great feeling to carry Disney with me almost every day. I know the magic is in the heart, but I like to be able to show it off and feet are a great spot, right?”