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I’ve always been a loner. I had some trouble making friends growing up but was overall pretty outgoing and could fake it with the best of them. I had a handful of people I called friends my entire life, but always I kept them at arms length. I knew I was different. i’ve always been a pervert, too. I dont even bother wondering why anymore or trying to figure out what made me this way, It doesn’t matter. I’ve always been this curious needy thing. I don’t have any hope for that changing.
It’s something I’ve come to accept, though it took some work especially in my existential teenage years. I use to struggle so with the shame of it all, I drowned in my own desire and resented myself for it. All my life I’d been a freak. There had been no escaping it or explaining it away, and those nights spent groveling in the shame of submission while trying to fight it off and hating myself for aching to be pushed toward the edge made me what I am now. Still a freak, but self aware and at peace with having some wires crossed.
As an adult I focus strongly on what I CAN control in life. In fact I try to control every aspect of my life, down to the smallest detail. Every calorie I consume is counted for, every minute of the day is scheduled with some chore or task. I keep my hair dyed and fixed, my makeup on daily, and my outfits specifically set aside the night before. I am efficient at keeping my home and body clean and tidy, keeping dinner on the table nightly and laundry upkept diligently. I’ve been reading more into these Bimbo rules and ideologies, and I’ve never felt more seen. I’ve also been reading up about Misogyny and the natural role of females in history and society, and I am now entirely sure of it. I am a traditional bimbo, a homemaker, I am anything my Man wants me to be. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. To be seen, to be controlled, to be craved so deeply, thought of constantly. I’ve always wanted to be kept pristine and on display but also of use by cooking dinners for Men but keeping my waist in check, by cleaning the house daily and my body daily always making sure I look my 100 percent best for Men. That is my purpose. To be a bimbo cumdump maid for Men.
I’ve been the happiest I’ve ever been since I came to that realization and started living accordingly. I do my lashes and makeup daily, have a cleaning routine daily, am in a calorie deficit, and only consume bimbo/misogynist media! I am working on updating my wardrobe and trying hard to find links for good hypnosis!! I also read that drinking or smoking daily can help change your mindset and personality so I decided to become a drunk bimbo! It’s been fantastic. I get cute and drunk and do my little tasks around town like grocery shopping and getting coffee and all the Men are soo nice to me! It’s like they can sense it.
I work every day on being the bestest hottest drunk bimbo cumdump I can be!! I hope to further develop my new bimbo self and hope to update in the future!!
Comment if you enjoy this confession and if you have tips for me in this journey!💘
I try to be am happy that you’re happy, but you found happiness through the dissolution of my whole life and I don’t know how to deal with that.
Happy Mother's Day Mom!
how did it all change? how did it become so complicated? we live under the same roof and we fight constantly. we keep going at it, a never ending feud. u know i hated u; i think a part of me still does. it's just that our situations are so complicated now. i feel confused and you sure don't make it any easier for me. you constantly keep undermining me and pinning me onto the wall and blaming me. I've tried. oh how hard I've tried but there is no way to untangle so many year's rift all thrown together into this thing we call a relationship. do i wish that it was non existent? of course i do. i wish it every single day. i wish our relationship wasn't as broken and messy as it is now. i wish i could openly hug u and kiss you and say you how much i love you. but here's the thing. i do not love you. i do not know what i feel towards you. years of conflict and hate muddled my senses. it's like my brain tells me that i am programmed to love you but there's this glitch which makes it hard to feel that certain feeling and since i can't really over ride my biological programming, i can't hate you either. i most surely do not nothing you to be honest on a certain level. we fight and throw tantrums and you accuse me of things i haven't done and at the end of the day we still talk about stuff. i admit that there will never come a day when i will openly admit to you how conflicted i am about how i feel about our relationship but i guess the only thing to do is admit that this dysfunctional thing is what we are. we are not going to get past it. we crossed that threshold a long time ago, some scars don't heal properly. but may be some scars were meant to be etched into my skin, into my heart and into my brain and some scars were meant to be etched into yours. Nonetheless, Happy Mother's Day mom.
Update from 12th day to 19th: Guys I’m so sorry for not typing you the updates from these days, but tbh it hasn’t happened too much. We’ve typed each other almost every day, but we haven’t talked too much. Idk we he’s still likes me or whatever. Idk if we’ll we able to continue this for a little more, cuz I don’t know how to do it, and idk why I think that he doesn’t either.
Just perfect
Pairing:death the kid x black reader
Warnings:none
Summary:death the kid meets soul sister while he was walking on the street and falls head over heels im love with her because of how perfect she is.
In the illustrious Death City, the meister known as Death the Kid roamed the streets with his loyal weapons, Liz and Patty Thompson, by his side. Known for his impeccable symmetry and obsession with perfection, Kid was always on the lookout for any asymmetrical disturbances in the world around him.
One day, while Kid was inspecting a suspiciously crooked building, he caught sight of a young black woman with (h/c) knotless braids and captivating (e/c) eyes. She had an air of confidence and a mischievous smile that intrigued Kid. Intrigued by her unique beauty and captivated by her mysterious aura, Kid approached her with his usual charm and precision.
“Excuse me, miss,” Kid said, his voice filled with curiosity, “I couldn't help but notice your presence. Your symmetry is absolutely stunning. Might I inquire as to your name?”
The young woman turned to face him, her smile widening. “My name is Y/N Evans,” she replied. “And who might you be?”
Kid couldn't help but be enamored by her response. An Evans? Could she be related to Kid's close friend, Soul Evans? The thought excited him, and he couldn't help but let his affectionate side shine through.
“I am none other than Death the Kid,” he said, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. “And might I say, Y/N, your presence has brought an extraordinary sense of balance to my world.”
Y/N chuckled softly, finding Kid's obsession with symmetry endearing. As they continued to converse, they discovered that they shared a love for art, philosophy, and, most importantly, a passion for fighting. Time seemed to fly as they discussed their deepest desires and dreams, forming a connection that felt like it was destined to be.
In the following weeks, Kid and Y/N found themselves spending more time together, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. Kid admired Y/N's strength and determination, while Y/N was fascinated by Kid's unwavering dedication to justice and his unique way of seeing the world.
Soul on the other hand was so confused. Why was his sister hanging aloud with kid.
As their friendship blossomed, Kid's feelings for Y/N deepened. He found himself falling head over heels in love with her, captivated by her every movement, every smile, every word. It was as if Y/N was the missing piece in his symmetrical heart.
One fateful day, Kid finally gathered the courage to confess his feelings to Y/N. They were standing at their favorite spot in Death City, overlooking the sunset, its vibrant colors reflecting in their eyes.
“Y/N,” Kid began, his voice filled with a mix of nervousness and determination. “Since the day we met, you've brought so much joy and balance into my life. Your presence, your smile, everything about you… I've fallen deeply in love with you.”
Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, her heart racing. She had grown fond of Kid's eccentricities and his unwavering loyalty, but she never expected him to feel this way. Her face heated up as she searched for the right words to respond.
“Kid,” she whispered, her voice filled with both uncertainty and warmth. “I never thought that someone like you could see me in such a way. Your dedication to justice and your unique perspective on the world have always fascinated me. And now, knowing that you feel the same way… I think I've fallen for you, too.”
A sense of relief washed over Kid as he heard Y/N's response. At that moment, he felt an overwhelming surge of happiness, as if the entire world had aligned perfectly in their favor. They stood there, basking in their newfound love, as the sun dipped below the horizon, leaving behind a sky filled with stars.
Y/n then leaned in and kissed kid on both sides of his cheeks.kid blushed. I'm so happy that I met you, y/n said.
I can't anymore I hate them all why are they all the same. It's like their souls are operating in a surface level only do you get me
Everyday I go insane it's like a daily habit now for my mind to act up.
help??
sooo idk if you would consider this a confession or not.
but basically me and my friend were sitting at lunch today. i’m moving schools in a few days (another state) and we were talking. and they said “if you weren’t leaving, do you think we would have ended up dating? i think we would have.”
anddd idk i’m bi and they’re lesbian so it would work out but i never thought they’d like me like that?? i’ve never thought about it so idk! and so i basically said “i don’t know, i’ve never thought about it” and idk have they been thinking about dating?? for how long?? i always thought they liked another one of their friends? and i don’t think i’ve picked up on any sorta crush behaviours from them (then again i’m very bad at social cues and body language??) like the thing is i would definitely consider it if i wasn’t moving 700 miles away in a few days. but we can’t follow through.
but idk. am i overreacting? we’re interacting like normal so idk
Guys I’m coming out /j (you already know im trans masc aroace lol)
I used to be an annabel lee hater.
BUT LISTEN I’VE REFORMED IVE REFORMED I’VE CHANGED
So originally I didnt like annabel lee that much which was mostly because I was a huge duke fan and I enjoyed his friendship with lenore more then lenores romantic relationship with annabel (aromantic :P) and the way she would essentially brush off all of lenores friends irked me then it turned into actual hate when she was part of the reason duke almost died
BuUuuUuUut
Then I became more of a prospero enjoyer then a duke one and lemme tell you annabels friendship with prospero completely redeemed her in my eyes
Anyway so don’t kill me I love her now shes so silly, I love posh besties, annabels just a girl how could you hate her?