That's Me. I'm In The Picture.

i'm still going strong!

it's genuinely crazy that free the nipple died

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Sigh.

How do I get into these situations... lesbianism really gets me into so many situations that I don't need to be in

I love a good well-written dream.

In my dream last night I woke up in a massive facility. It was hard to discern the exact culture but it was like if Judaism and Chinese culture smashed into each other. I was told this was a breeding facility to reawaken the famous historical figures of this culture. It was a known fact that they reincarnated every 35 cycles of 36- there was a math formula, I forget. They reincarnated regularly.

They believed I was their figurehead, a woman who led them during times of crisis.

I was taken on a tour. I saw half grown creatures and fetuses in tubes, all experiments to better society. I felt lucky to be walking around. I was shown scenes of elaborate clay dolls dressed and arranged to display historic moments. This is the Betrayer I was told, the other half of my pair who would inevitably betray me. In the scene his cheeks were bright red and he was surrounded by women.

Later I got to meet his incarnation, a tall lad with a joyous smile and wild dark hair. I was shy but he was gregarious and friendly. We spent time together every day. I loved him, not romantically, but without reservation. One day while out walking together we passed by a huge open room full of musicians. The music reminded me of ATLA but with some odd notes and changes.

I was so enthralled, I stopped to stare. The music was beautiful but the people were busy with recording devices and I didn’t want to interrupt. But my friend grabbed my arm and hauled me in, swinging me in a dance until I stopped caring about being a bother and just danced with him, both of us laughing and delighted. And the musicians were happy too, delighted to please us, their very important people who were still growing up.

Another scene later was waking up in darkness and the head of security being in my room. She led me down the hall and to a secret desk where she pointed at an alphabet arrayed on the desk. She didn’t want a puppet figurehead. She wanted a leader. She began to tutor me in secret to learn the things a leader must know.

Later I remember sitting in a panel of judges looking down at a woman who wore my face. The director was forcing her to abase herself, to grovel and I snarled, wanting to defend her. My friend wrapped his arms around me, holding me close while he whispered in my ear that that’s what the director wanted. The girl was led away sobbing. We never saw her again.

I slowly gathered power to myself, trying not to tip off the head of the facility to my rebellion. But one day I couldn’t find my lovely friend, my other half. Someone trusted whispered “His cheeks are beginning to turn red.”

I began tearing through the facility screaming as he was nowhere to be found until finally I tore open a paper door and there he was at a low table, surrounded by anxiously smiling women plying him with drink.

I shrieked and launched toward him, and he slowly fell backward as I came close. His cheeks were red with poison, he didn’t move again. I raged and wept on his unmoving neck and the director entered.

“He betrayed you,” she informed me.

“You betrayed me,” I countered and rose to rip her apart with my bare hands.

And then I woke up the end.

Ehehe

Happy Valentine's Day! Here are some gay robots :3

i need a girl I can use whenever and wherever I feel like it. I want a girl who pretends to be taken aback by how vulgar and forward I can be, and maybe even scolds me a little, but starts getting a wet spot on her panties anytime I feel her up in public. a girl who gets turned on being dykehandled like a slut

Sometimes making a girl kneel on the floor in front of you obediently and then forcing a Viagra into her mouth followed by a giant glass of water so she’s forced to swallow fixes you. And by you I mean me. And by fixes I mean I pinned her down in bed and slammed my neopussy onto her and rode her for hours until neither one of us could stand up after

Did you fucking eat? 🤨

🏳️‍🌈IF YOU LOOKED AT MY TITS REBLOG🏳️‍🌈

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women will post vague shit like "something's happened" and "i'm troubled" and won't explain it. but it's not something for the general public to understand. but you should show interest in their stormy mind. it makes the women feel better

Jej ♡♡♡

annoying bloggers are having another Gossip Season it seems and its mad stupid and evil but this is making me laugh so hard im gonna throw up. fuuuuuuuck #staysafe

And there was also a man. My manager, who openly admitted to having three relationships but not telling any of them about each other. But I expect less decency of men. I had a lot of fun telling him No and that I’m Only Interested In Women.

*People who hit on you, hoping to date you or simply hook up.