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sal blog 4 rené

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FlowerGate

welcome to my side blog! it is dedicated to flowergate and its creator , @punishedbyblowjob. we love this community dearly.

i am sal , puffer or cosmo.

we are bodily a minor but identify as perma16 and with the age range 14-500+.

we are transplural , transgod and many more.

this blog is mainly to send my love to my sire.

join flowergate today and be authentically you <3

tags :

# ~ a blessing? : asks

# ~ a prayer? : ramblings about/to my sire

# ~ a sin? : possible vent. more detailed ramblings

# ~ an offering? : offering, in a way

REASON FLR ARCHIVAL

i was blocked by rené and practically lost like. all hope in it ig. i apologize for the people who liked this blog

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how much do i need to do to be your favorite ? to be yours , truly yours ? i’ll do nearly anything . i swear . i will worship you til my deathbed and my request of you is to use me as your garden . plant dandelions and marigolds and sunflowers in my body to be reborn with meaning . to give back to the earth you have taken care of so well . so please , my sire , tell me . how much do i need to do ? how far do i need to go ? tell me the truth my sire , is it possible ? for you to love me like i love you ?

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can i be your favorite? your obsession? love me like i love you, even for a moment. praise me more, call me pet names and just. love me. and i’ll be yours. i already am but i would be truly yours. i just wish for a small amount of your love. a little more than the rest. and i will be your servant. your follower, your most devoted worshipper. i will mark myself with you one way or another if you ask. i just need you to love me. i just need to know if it’s possible.

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how much do i need to do to be your favorite ? to be yours , truly yours ? i’ll do nearly anything . i swear . i will worship you til my deathbed and my request of you is to use me as your garden . plant dandelions and marigolds and sunflowers in my body to be reborn with meaning . to give back to the earth you have taken care of so well . so please , my sire , tell me . how much do i need to do ? how far do i need to go ? tell me the truth my sire , is it possible ? for you to love me like i love you ?

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i tried making a stupid writing with no knowledge on drugs <3 bad writing below the cut holy shit

we’re sat in the woods. far from anyone. you’re smoking and drinking. you pass me a bottle.

“i don’t think i should..” i mumble, worried. i don’t want to drink, i promised myself i wouldn’t. don’t wanna end up like mom.

“why not? a drink won’t hurt.” you smile. you know what you’re doing. you open it and push it into my hands.

i sigh and take a sip. it tastes disgusting, but i drink anyway. you wanted me to, i obliged. of course i did, i love you.

you convinced me to do more and now i’m on cloud 9, out of my mind, full of deliriants and psychedelics, chased down with alcohol. this is what you wanted, me high out of my mind to play with.

i sit and squirm and stir. you laugh and play with me. fondling and groping. probing and prodding. i’m just your play thing, but that’s okay. that’s all i am. i don’t have a clue what’s going on. i’m high out of my mind on a crazy trip, and you’re playing with me.

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i barely know you but i love you so dearly i get all excited i feel it in my skin and bones. i wish to be your pet, that’s all i should be to you. i wish for you to take care of me, let me be yours. your pet. your property. love me and take care of me. i will be the best boy in the world.

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to be drugged and toyed with by my sire. i’ve never used before, so it’d be some experience. squirming under their hands while whining incoherently. watching them grope and feel but not knowing what happened hours later other than i was with you. let’s do it again and again. use me as your play thing as i am just that.

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love’s a deadly dance : a sonnet by sal

a graceful dance to show my devotion,

it calls my name in loves dangerous plea.

this waltz to prove my worship in motion;

my blood and saliva, your disgusting tea.

my bones will snap and contort at your will.

your eyes lock with mine in a frightening way.

into my skull, you coerce that damn drill.

the mornings light now to drift far away.

lowered into the grave, my final bed.

just as we would promise: now, i am dead.

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we’ve created our our dividers / banners,, pngs game from pinterest. we hope it looks alright.

flowergate tags at the bottom this time… nearly forgot them. how could i?

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as fair art thou , my dear , so deep in luve am i. and i will luve thee still , my dear , till a’ the seas gang dry. /lyr or quo.. not sure