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my birthday is the 26th of January. Conveniently, frequently falls on the biggest snow of the of the year. Because of this, I spend most birthdays alone.

Everyone prefers staying warm inside. Unfortunately, I love to run around in the cold. I love outdoors. I love to explore it all.

As per usual, this year I trucked through a little over a foot of snow. I went to my favorite art store to collect oil pastels, a fresh sketch pad.

I listen to my music, and look at my breath.

to taking off my makeup late night

that i think will make me some sort of pretty

smudged lipstick

and a loose t shirt

but i forgot to take off my tights

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CW/TW: sexual assault, sexual violence, trauma, sexual content, body image/shame

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i stand green with envy for those who never felt the sword deep inside of them. for those who only feels the sword when they ask, and are not asleep. those whose off the shoulder tops show a piece of bralette, and aren’t scared bad things could happen, but simultaneously hope someone will want them. to touch them till they numb.

standing head over heels of what seems to be the biggest distraction (a bare shoulder) if all i am is my feminine figure. i might as well let it show off a bit.

i’ve felt the sword deep inside, whats worse to happen?

a night dress is just a night dress till you ask for it. hold on tight, it’ll be over before you know it. his hand covers your mouth, don’t utter a word. the sword is out princess, you can return to your tower just don’t tell a soul. nobody will believe you anyways. they’ll always take his side. oh why the long face gorgeous?

you can’t miss him because what he did but you can miss feeling wanted. you can miss the connection before the sword entered you stiff and hard. you two will never cross paths again, yet you still yearn for swords inside, anyones sword, anyone. just anything that makes you feel wanted, you are disgusting, you should be ashamed. you’re disgusting whore who wants to be used for pleasure.

your tits are showing, cover them up please. he’s getting distracted. but you want that, what do you have to loose anyways? this experience has changed you and how you view it all. it began just as it ended.

you can stay in the twin size bed, blankets covering you. the sword always remains inside of you, no matter how hard you try to fight it out.

so hi @maybeimamuppet its jds slushy/hamster, forgot my old user but it was something jd related, hope you are doing well:D

it’d be rly awkward if you don’t remember me or that fanfic/dream but yay!!