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ⓘ [Important Note] : This blog is a creative outlet for me and though some posts center my body; please understand that this is not an NSFW blog. I am not interested in sexual or flirty interaction and hope to make this a safe space for fem and queer creatives. Pretty please, don't make this an uncomfortable experience, thank you. 𖹭
[Bunny Rambles]:
That lunar badge is calling my name- it's so pretty and changes phases and I need it!
made of roses, pearls & sweet milk ♡
I bleed shades of pink for you
Allow me to give you some advice from the heart: don’t give up art, and even give yourself over to it even more than so far . . . Living in solitude and embittering your soul with recollections, you can make your life very gloomy. There is a single refuge, a single medicine: art and creative work.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, Letter to Yekaterina Yunge, 11 April 1880 ⸜̑⸝͂
[Affirmations]: I am real. I am human. I am capable. I am precious. I am beautiful. I am deserving. I will find peace. I will find purpose. I will find happiness. These memories will fade.
[08/03] | Diary Entry:
This afternoon, I got overwhelmed and it led to a full-crying panic attack. Whenever things get too heavy, I sort of lose my voice; always going completely nonverbal after curling up into the fetal position. My husband had only been home for half-an-hour when he found me sobbing. Initially, he acted concerned and caring; holding my hand and rubbing my tummy. But, just when I thought he was being normal for once- he began fondling me until I stopped crying only to immediately start dry beg for sex; insisting it would help me feel better. The feeling of his hand going from my tummy to my thighs, made me so sick inside. Looking back, he's always been a bit pushy, persistent and consistently making crude comments about sex but, I didn't (and still don't) understand normal relationship dynamics or recognize that not all jokes are just jokes. My first partner was quite similar: The casual monitoring; infantilizing treatment and increasingly desperate, obsessive behavior have resulted in this incredibly isolated lifestyle. There is no real privacy here: Opening the curtain while i showering to look at me. Leering every time I get dressed/undressed. Getting upset and needing to have his insecurities talked through whenever I turn down sex or am heard talking to other players in online games. Constantly talking about my body, how it jiggles and what others would say about me. Opening my door just to say nothing and stare. Describing our sexual experiences to coworkers in detail. Quite literally all of his friends know specific details of my body, preferences and experiences and, I've barely spoken to more than two of them. Even if he doesn't mean it in an icky way; their overly spicy language to and about me makes me feel like this exotic fetish doll. Before many of them knew my name, they knew me as his 'big tiddy goth black gf'. I want to vomit thinking about how I was barely eighteen, being sexualized and fetishized by a group of white guys and their girlfriends who were all in their early-mid twenties. I'm just a fucking doll to him and I'd rather die than allow him to touch me ever again. I thought I was forming a welcoming found-family with someone who truly loved and understood me as a person. I'm just an idiot. It was all a stupid illusion. I don't want to be his wife doll. I hate it here.
[08/02/26] | Bunny Rambles: Lately, I've been thinking a lot about walking into the woods behind my apartment and disappearing. I don't know what would happen after that but, the idea of being able to leave my home freely, consumes me, daily. I want to go to the library.
[Bunny's Outfits] : One of my most favorite non-vintage dresses that I was forced to break the no-modern fashion policy because it was just too cute! Hopefully, I can keep it in good enough condition to pass it down to my Lilly-Belle.𖹭
[08/03/26] | Bunny Rambles: Posting way more than I planned omg. This blog was made for vent posting and I've got so much to get off my chest. My appearance is the only thing in my life that i'm in control of. Weight-loss and fashion and skincare and makeup... Still, i'm so unhappy and so very tired and there's no amount of makeup that can hide it.
[07/23/26] | Bunny Rambles: Frankly, I should be praised for not being as insane as I truly could be. The fact that i have managed to keep these intrusive thoughts to myself shows that I am nothing if not merciful. Hmph!
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