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nonbinary dykefag brat ☆ over 18 ☆ filthy paraphile ☆ proof that you're never too old to be a fucking idiot ☆ into talking shit and getting hit ☆ part-time Domme full-time slut ☆ irascibly obnoxious when horny ☆ soooooooo plural itll make ya sick ☆ bad at tagging worse at giving a fuck ☆ follows back from @holisticknight ☆ my soultwins blog is @dykecav

DNI: minors, TERFs, SWERFs, zionists, cis men

cruel-hiraeth

if you build “community” around hating other people, just know that the second you step out of line—regardless of your moral uprightness or the hypocrisy on their part—you’re the next person they’re going to tear to pieces.

blixandco

Parents: How was your day? Me: Fine. Family: How was your day? Me: Fine. Friends: How was your day? Me: Fine. My private discord server: How was your day? Me: pk;m new Shadow the Hedgehog

hylianengineer

There is one very important thing I need people without major dietary restrictions to understand: the distress caused by allergies, celiac disease, and other food restrictions is largely not about the food.

Do I miss some foods I can't eat anymore without getting sick? Sure, but that's not what really bothers me. What bothers me is being excluded from a huge portion of human social life of which food is a crucial component. What bothers me is the stress and social stigma of trying to figure out what I can safely eat. What bothers me is the amount of extra work and cost that is required of me to identify, obtain, and prepare safe foods. What bothers me is people treating my needs like a nuisance, as though I chose to be like this - as though their brief inconvenience to check an ingredients list is unreasonable, when I deal with this every day of my life forever.

I don't miss the food that much. I miss not having to worry about what I eat. I miss freedom. I miss when trying new foods and new restaurants was fun instead of a minefield. I miss not having to plan my entire life around the need for safe foods.

Food is such a basic human need, and a lot of people don't really need to think about it. When your danger foods can be anywhere and everywhere, suddenly your entire life revolves around avoiding them, and it massively sucks. You get used to it and it's not a big deal most of the time, but then you go to a new restaurant, or your office has a potluck, or you've been invited to a party and suddenly it feels just as miserable and exhausting as it ever has.

girldixieflatline

unconditioned

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kofi ╳ insta ╳ buy my vids

girldixieflatline

reconditioning

girldixieflatline

your brand-new drone ♡

kidwound

actually my blissed out, dazed, and breathy, "thank you for hurting me" is a part of the nefarious manipulation tactics I implement to make sadists feel powerful. this also includes saying I love you when I get hit hard enough, wincing when they move too fast, and fawning when cornered. it's all very calculated, obviously.

queen-thick-dick

This crumbling America economy can't even support a decent kidnapping kink. I chat this vulnerable prey girl up, tell her I'm gonna stalk and kidnap her and then chain her to.... what? My particle board dresser? My fucking flat pack bedframe? "Your radiator, obviously." IN AN APARTMENT??? FUCK YOUUUUUUU

#have a friend we are all pressuring to buy a radiator for this specific purpose