#deep shame

[cruisie]

I'm good. I'm normal. I will not. Loose it. Until after. The day is done. And I've made dinner.

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Yes... Yes that is what I will do.

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I need a monster. And I need Sky. S'all I'm saying. Good day.

[jeffthekillerxlaughingjack2]

Lord help me I’m back on my bullshit

[redactedasmrhottakes]

me when the romance rp asmr audio talks about how the listener probably listens to romance asmr audios

[goat-goth]

Just embarrassed myself (read detective pony to a guy who was only sort of into it) and got self conscious (answered a question enthusiastically before hearing it in full and was wrong)

[benverlesbians]

i know for a fact im using avid media composer wrong because it pastes a clip i selected literally YESTERDAY even when i selected a new clip seconds before and then i have to trim out the ends just to find the stuff i need now and then re-trim to just that snippet, but like. Its after 5am and i have internshit all morning and then classes all afternoon and evening so at this point im not getting any sleep tonight and in fact as soon as my classes are done for the day im passing the hell out. and if i ever need to use avid professionally at least i'll be paid to do this dumb stuff

[projectvista-blog]

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[downtoolonginthemidnightsea-blog]

amy iv

There are two memories I have of her and Amy. I believe these were the only times the three of us spent time together.

The three of us were at Dorothy’s house after a long day of doing nothing. A normal day out for teenage me. Dorothy and I were bantering and ribbing on each other. Amy, who had tried and failed to get in on any of the conversations that Dorothy and I had that day, could not keep up and left the room crying. I followed her to a storage room across the second storey hall from Dorothy’s room. Amy sat on a small, hard couch a few feet in, and a tube TV perched on a wooden dresser monitored the situation. She cried as she often did. I took my place next to her and tried to initiate a cuddle, but I could only find space at the end of her feet. Instead of laying on her, I opted to keep my distance. We sat there for about a half hour, maybe longer. I asked her what was wrong, and she said she understood why people thought that Dorothy and I were a couple. Whatever we said after that didn’t impact on me. Like many of these scenes I don’t remember conversations.

Like before that, I do not remember the reason that Amy and Dorothy were both cuddling me on Amy’s bed. Amy looked as happy as she ever did when we were together, and Dorothy looked right pleased. I remember is feeling very powerful and very sexy. I thought they were both beautiful, and I was very comfortable in that basement and on that bed. I believe this was during Amy and I’s second go, because when they kissed each other over my head I wasn’t bothered. I guess I thought they were trying to impress me. When they stopped after two pecks to return to my arms, I sighed and could not help smiling. Then the smile opened. I don’t know if I thought I was being subtle. I don’t know if I thought anything at all. I said what I wanted. I said it would be amusing for a person to lose their virginity in a threesome. Both girls put on straight faces. I cannot imagine how awful Amy must have felt, and but I know exactly how Dorothy did.

Every single time this memory comes up I want to erupt in vomit. Jesus fucking Christ.

[suze1291]

Well now that the idiots in the US have elected an orange colored 6 year old as prez I now consider us the internet explorer of the countries.