Been Reading Way Too Much About Butch Bulge--GOD, I'm Desperate To Grind Against One That's OBVIOUSLY
Been reading way too much about butch bulge--GOD, I'm desperate to grind against one that's OBVIOUSLY too big to fit inside. But then she forces it into my little cunt anyway and puts her hand over my mouth to muffle my teary, desperate whines..
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Wanting to have no thoughts ideas or opinions at all so people hate me less. Wanting to actually just dissappear so my existence doesn't haunt someone else.
Need me a dyke who doesn't mind that I smoke weed and love cats so much it hurts. Need me one who can wants me enough to love all the strange..inhuman qualities I possess.. Where's the dyke that wants an eldritch femme?
Just want to dance ballet to baroque music in the dark, a large ballroom surrounding me and nothing but the moon to witness my endless spinning. To be unnoticed in my movements would be true peace.
Everything is tinged with thoughts of her. I'm trying to get it out of my system..
The world falls away piece by breaking piece, and I stare in horror of what's become...of what will happen after it's destroyed by small & pathetic politicians who know nothing and believe themselves superior for it. What shall be done to stop these corrupt abominations? What will we do, rise as a country and take our world back to salvage what's left?!
Feeling existential and alone. Emptiness and a sense of separation from life itself.
Solitude and loneliness are both profound and so different, but if experienced simultaneously it is a paradoxical sensation. Nearly like a fugue.
