Welcome to Oblivion.
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Happy birthday to me…
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Who wants to come over for a pool party? :)
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Shadow being a dirty little slut for the camera.
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my favourite thing about cat yawns is they start off real cute and then get fucking menacing as shit
every time
Sometimes I stick my finger in between Shadow’s teeth when she yawns so that she bites down on my finger when she’s done with the yawn and she’s like “WTF where did that come from?!” :)
(via xcendrillonx)
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Has something happened with a girl lately? Did you have a breakup?
Anonymous
Not really something I want to get into publicly with an anon. I’m sure you understand. Just had some hard times and trying to sort my head out. I’m assuming that I already know who you are (since my blog doesn’t get viewed by many true anons or of the people who do follow me, the only ones who actually message me are those I’ve known for some time). But it’s refreshing to get some interaction with someone on here.
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Well I hope you find the right person to talk to and you feel better. My advice find a slut to fuck. Anonymous
Thanks anon. I hope to find the right person too. It’s funny when you think you’ve found the right person and life just doesn’t turn out that way.
Excellent advice. The hard part of course is actually finding one.
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Do you like the smell of pee? And are you okay? Anonymous
I am not particularly fond of the smell of pee, no. I think the majority of golden shower play should be reserved for the shower where cleanup is easy. Although there are a few exceptions outside of the bathroom where it’s exciting. Mostly from the aspect of the chances of getting caught or places where such a thing would be considered even more taboo.
As for am I okay? I’m getting better. Taking each day one at a time and trying to throw as much of myself into things that keep my mind busy.
I’m not sure I know who this is, but it’s nice that someone cares. Thanks anon.
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Why do you like photos of girls pissing? Anonymous
It’s something about the loss of control that the girl endures. Seeing the vagina during a time that’s usually reserved for privacy and behind doors. The degredation and thrill of humiliation that comes along with making a girl do this.
These are just some of the many reasons I enjoy this particular kink.
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The toughest lesson to learn is that you can’t make someone love you. Either they do or they don’t. You’ve just got to learn to live with that. Everything happens for a reason. I need to believe that. No matter how hard it hurts. I need to move on if I’m going to heal.
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Feeling a little better today. Yesterday was tough. One day at a time.
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So many things showing up in my queue tonight from weeks ago that meant everything to me and now mean fuck-all nothing.
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To get piss-drunk wasted tonight or not to get piss-drunk wasted tonight. That is the question.
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My mind is racing
Suicide. Sadness. Acceptance. Renewal. Life. What’s the meaning of it all? What’s the point? Guilt. Jealousy. Greed. I want what I can’t have. I’m deserving of it. No I’m not. Why not? What’s wrong with me? Everything. Nothing. Rebuild your walls. Loneliness. Anger. Am I a coward if I do it or if I don’t go through with it? Both. You’ll heal once you cut it out of your life? Will I? Do I want to? From the outside I have a perfect life. But how can it be perfect without someone to share it with. I want to scream. No one is there to listen. At least not anyone that can change anything. I need to be the change I want in my life life. But how can I be when all I want to do is crawl up into a ball and disappear? Sadness. Despair. Looked up anti-depressants. Considering drugs. You never have before, why start now? Cutting? Never considered it before but it kind of makes sense now. I’m in a tailspin. Are you really? Or are you just being weak and selfish? I just don’t know anymore…
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I’ve been thinking about it a lot this week.
Fuck it.
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Sometimes I’m worried by the fact that I now have a loaded gun in my house, other times it doesn’t matter. With how I feel tonight, it would be so easy. Then the guilt washes over me. What would those very few who were left behind think about it. Mostly my parents. That’s about the only thing that stops me…