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How would you feel if you were put on orgasm restriction by your boyfriend? I mean, you are allowed to edge all you want, and are encouraged to do so, but no orgasm.
It would be extremely difficult as I’m a very horny girl all the time but if He gave me instructions or restrictions like that, I’d absolutely follow them because my pussy belongs to Him.
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….some are easier to teach than others. Don’t worry ‘bout nothing Jake,we got Jax working on your 4 link.
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☆I'd rather be driving tonight☆
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“MOON DRIVE”
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The process of machining a billet aluminum block.
We first start with a 800 lb block of raw billet aluminum
Total machining time will be approx. 90 hours,and during the process,approx. 500 lbs of the billet aluminum will be machined away to the finished product.
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s k y l i n e   2 0 0 0  G T -R
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r32gaijin-blog · 7 years
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I’ve been so obnoxious about this whole dark entity thing at my boyfriends house all over social media, and even in real life to my friends + family , but i am beyond the point of caring about being judged and just need to share my experiences and thoughts SOMEWHERE (aka everywhere because bpd.) I dont want this shit flooding my brain 24/7.
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It’s hard for someone with bpd to know if you love someone or you’re attached to them
If there is affection or just need
If falling in love is real or you are developing some dependence on someone.
You see, we function in extremes:
From adoring to loathing;
From idealising to demonizing
It’s paradoxical and almost cruel for someone who defends so much the middle term in which virtue lies to be this way, isn’t it?
And what we think (who we are) and what we feel are often such opposites that it crushes and explodes inside of us leaving a trail of confusion and mess behind. Who am I? Why do I feel jealously if I’m so open minded? Dissonance.
Sometimes I don’t know if I love or need. I feel pulled to people I intellectually hate, trying to find anything that justifies that feeling to feel less ashamed of it. I erase their numbers and then cry because I lost them. I want them back while I push them away. I send them poems after weeks of ignoring and there’s no purpose on it. This is just how I was made. And it hurts to know how much I do hurt.
Thankfully, I fell in love once. That’s how now I know how to measure and differentiate. How to, more or less, control. It is still hard, but when you taste truth, lies are harder to enjoy.
We’re impulsive and empty. Nothing satisfies me enough. Light, Darkness, balance… I feel like an empty shell, a dark hole devouring with eternal starvation. My wise mind cannot put into actions what I’ve carefully overthought because my mouth has already spoken, my fingers have already sent that awful text or I’ve run away.
I’m either the best person in the galaxy or the worst monster of the universe. I hate myself, I worship myself. I defend life, I want to die. I want the world to go away, I feel sooo lonely. My writing sucks or is way better than anyone’s. I’m real and everyone is fake, or maybe I’m just shit covered in glitter to shine from far away? I have to save the world, but my life has no purpose. I’m the best student or the most stupid of them all. The most serious and extravagant person and the shy girl on the corner dressed in subtle black. No one understands but we’re all the same. Goddess, help me! Though I’m rational, here I’m praying with my forehead kissing the floor…
This is not to proclaim how weirdly my brain functions. We should celebrate differences and work on the parts that causes us trouble. I want to find what good has to live in a mind like my own, because I’m not sick and I don’t have to change; I have to learn who and how I am in order to be real, true, myself.
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r32gaijin-blog · 7 years
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I’ve been a sensitive my entire life but only started embracing it recently. There is energy everywhere, but i have been dealing with something extremely negative/demonic recently and every day has been full of activity. It’s also affecting someone i love a lot, polluting our relationship and this persons overall mental health. I have a three hour poll up on my twitter, I’ll likely be sharing my experiences on there for the most part, but might write out more detailed accounts here. I’ve been journaling through all of it, but my need to overshare always gets the best of me and i think others might find it interesting?
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available on my manyvids
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