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holy shit y’all should watch this one, what an admirable person

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You are my

You are my first thought in the morning when I open my phone in a half empty bed. You are my first thought when I have a moment to call my own. You are my first thought when I am shopping, ensuring that I have snacks you can eat. That you'd have an Ice pack if it was needed. Checking to make sure you have contacts and the supplies needed for them. I wonder what you'd think of the clothes I like, would you like them? Would you think I looked hot in them? If my jewelry was cool or if I should get something new? You are my first thought when the world shakes and I feel insecure; I think of your embrace then. You are my first thought when I am invited out by friends. I want you with me then. I wonder if you'd like the company I keep, or if they're good enough for you. I question if it's worth missing you so that I may go with them. If not hearing your laugh is worse than canceling plans on them again. If they are worth missing a single moment with you.

You are my first thought, and I will always think of you.

You are my comfort when I need someone. You are my comfort when I am way too high/drunk. I wish for your embrace when the world is cruel. You are my comfort when my family attacks me with ignorance; your voice calms me. You are my comfort when I need to keep going. You are patient with me and console me when life is more trouble than it's worth. You are my comfort when I am alone. I wonder what you'd say about my characters, of my build in Skyrim, if you'd notice the details of Fallout? I think about how nice it feels to hold you; how wonderful it is to wrap around you and feel safe. You are my comfort such that I go where you like too when I miss you. I eat Cook-Out, wear or hug the last sweater you borrowed, listen to the songs you've sent me, think about or watch Star Wars or the X-men, I set my car to the temps you like (to be fair the temps are comfy), I drink the beers you love and miss you. You are my comfort when I am a mess.

You are my comfort, and I Cry for you.

You are my corruption. You break my resolve with every little giggle. I crave you more than any other of my addictions. Every new intoxicating idea, or touch, is a new hit of you and I fall ever deeper. You are my corruption. Your desires drown me with want. Not weed, not nicotine, nor drinks have my mind reeling the way you do. You are my Corruption and your desire is mine. Every new fantasy you spin, every noise you make, every new concept you share pulls me below.

You are my corruption, and I drown for you.

You are my desire when I want to be controlled. You are my desire when I am alone with the ideas you have burdened me with. You are my desire when my hand rests in my empty passenger seat or pillow. I want my hand on you always. It's your name on my lips when my dreams heat up. It's you I gasp for when my choker gets caught. It's you that I see in the smoke from my various bad habits. Your beauty and wit; your voice and all the sounds it makes under me: I long for it every morning and evening. You are my desire. I want what you do. I want every scrap of leather you've noticed, to use all the toys you think of, every whip and bell collar. I want to hear you, feel you, make you happy. I want to give you pleasure and bleed for you.

You are my desire, and I want to serve you.

You are my challenge forcing me to act. You are my challenge to be more free, to think not of others opinions. After all, if your opinion is right then I don't have to think. You show me new ways to see the world, the people in it, including me. You live, and I with you. Pushing me to be better is a habit of yours that I thank you for. When you and I reconnected I was unsure of myself, man or woman, was I still Dean or something new? From self identity to my views on others and the world that surrounds me, you are my challenge. You are my challenge when I am rude, when I am mean, when I am full of hate, when I am dismissive. You challenge me to be better.

You are my challenge, and I am grateful.

You are my pride. No matter the occasion I find you in the words spoken. You are the one I think of when friends brag about theirs. When they speak of their skill at competition I tell of a girl talented with sword and word. A girl who can skateboard and played baseball. When my cousin asks of me I tell him of you. When my mother complains of her companion I wish to brag about you in return. When my friend speaks of philosophy I share the ideas you have brought me.

You are my pride, and I tell all

You are my care when I have none left. I find it easy to withdraw and detach until I am not worth finding. When I want to assume the worst and condemn people without just cause. In these times I think about what you would say. When my instinct calls for judgement, I wonder if you would defend them. When I scoff at some stuffed animal in the store I wonder if you'd like it. You care for fun, for people, for ideas, for life. You care; I want to care with you.

You are my care, and I search for your heart.

You are my love when I am without. When behind my cigarette the light of life is smothered in a cloud of self pity; you are my love. When I look in the mirror and sigh, you are my love. When death and darkness cloud me you are the light and way. When I see the sunrise and smile it is yours. When I walk under the moonlight you are my wonder, as I shake in the dark you are my warmth, and when a shooting star passes you are my wish. For all the words above and so much more I love you. My love.

You are my love, and I love you.

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P.S. below is more for fun but you'll like it

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You are my God, I want to worship you

You are my God, I want to please you

You are my God, I want you to happy

You are my God, I want you with me

You are my God, I want to talk about you

You are my God, I want to serve you

You are my God, I love you

You are my God, and I am your Zealot <3

P.S.S. I used a ton of biblical imagery for this. I really wanted to use things I wrote before leaving the church about god. This has some creative writing in it, I promise I'm not *that* codependent! lol /ᐠ-ꞈ-ᐟ\

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if girls can frot then boys can scissor

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t4t sex is great coz who else is gonna throat me while I paint my war hammer miniature's

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people are always like “i have face blindness but i’m good with names” or “im terrible with names but i never forget a face” well baby idk how to tell u this but i am . bad at both.

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the trolley problem vs. systemic oppression: a comic.

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Turns out god is not a man, nor a woman, but an ostrich.

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Im headcanoning wood elves as genderless due to them never being exposed to human civilization so why would they have a concept of gender? Also im coming out as a wood elf

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Im headcanoning wood elves as genderless due to them never being exposed to human civilization so why would they have a concept of gender? Also im coming out as a wood elf

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The new plan for Gaza has finally reached the point where it is just definitionally a concentration camp.

https://youtu.be/qZhD4G7ENSY?si=Wgms4qAf2qvMQuCV (CaspianReport YT)

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@kittenvonfrundsberg

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injecting my annoying hopless birds with potion of shut the fuck up

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Neck kissing is such a turn on for me.

Tilting my head back, giving them access to the most sensitive parts of my neck.

Them leaning over me, maybe putting their knee between my legs, knowing I won’t be able to resist rubbing against them.

Or maybe I’m on top, sitting in their lap as they kiss and mouth at my neck as I try to keep my hips from rocking into them and try to keep quiet.

Maybe I’m the one at their neck, dragging my teeth across their throat as they whimper. I bite and suck, leaving beautiful red marks that show they’re all mine.

It doesn’t matter if I’m giving or receiving, neck kissing is like flipping a switch in my mind. I’ll be hard and dripping wet in seconds.

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