my kink is when people don’t get bored of me in a week

if i look back, i am lost
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my kink is when people don’t get bored of me in a week
Still fucks me up that the Da Vinky dudes are proffessional tag team wrestlers and one of their common spots is just switching out without tagging while the ref is distracted cause they’re identical twins.
someone’s gotta help me dig
That Little Women quote, “but I’m so lonely” is EXACTLY the vibe of refusing to compromise yourself and your integrity and your ambition and your agency and your SELF for absolutely ANYONE and having to come to terms with the fact that it leaves you alone and you would rather stay silent than admit the shame to anyone that you are lonely because of it.
Times may be hard , but never loose faith in our Lord :
jane austen really just repeatedly said “the sexiest thing a man can be is kind, selfless, attentive and honest about his feelings” and, as always, she was correct every single time
sincerity is genuinely really hard like…….. if i have ever told you anything heartfelt out loud i have had to battle like 7 layers of embarrassment & repression to do that
ah yes, the Teenage Girl Phase that we all go through. the one where we agonize over our weird feelings for girls & read horror & feel half-dead, far too able to relate to murdered girls in media & daydream about being non-corporeal & dabble in witchcraft & sink into depression & try to scrub ourselves raw every time a boy touches us & feel directionless because what we want doesn’t line up with what we’re supposed to want…
or is that version not sexy and cute enough for men to want to fantasize and write about
I really enjoy just existing in hotels. The long identical hallways. The soulless abstract art. The weird noises the air-conditioner makes. Strange city lights in the window. Six stories off the ground. Strangers chatting in the hall. Nothing in the dresser. No past, but an infinite present.
me after opening up to someone: wow, i feel so much better!!! :) that was a good idea.
me lying in bed that night, realising what I’ve done:
Quarantine: Day 20
I'm tired of It