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Sorry, I know you said your parents or partners were abusive and did terrible things to you in the name of love. But I just need you to know that they did that because they thought they were feeling love, but what they were feeling for you wasn't real love, okay? And the real problem here is clearly that people don't agree with my personal idealized vision of what love is. So you need to listen to me. Real love is a good thing for everyone involved. okay? Real love is overwhelming. Real love is found in the scent of her clothing that you stole from her hamper when she wasn't in the room. Real love is when you look up someone else's username to find their old accounts when they were less good at opsec. Real love is global positioning systems and chains and zipties and drugs that dissolve in drinks. Real love sometimes feels disgusting and makes you throw up when you think about it but that's because you weren't embracing it enough. Real love is an intrusion in your mind by something that feels external that empties you out and replaces you with something better. Real love is the red dripping from scratches she left in you. Real love leaves you hollows out and crying yourself to sleep because you lost the only thing that made you feel it. Real love is scheming and planning and plotting to make things better. Okay?

Force-chuuni where I force you to write posts that describe things deeply personal to you that are difficult to talk about using abstract and flowery language that only you fully understand and also require you to choose things that are 'cool' to incorporate into it over and over until your default way of talking about your personal problems is elaborate descriptions of cutting down your enemies with your sword but it's also an emotional outlet for you now so even as it's embarrassing it's a tool in your toolkit and it works so you keep doing it.

they don't tell you this but you can literally just write essays about things for fun then post them. it's great.

I do really love the intersection between the meta aspect of 'heart shaped pupils' and consent play. The kind of authorial assertion that you're actually enjoying this and all prior remarks the contrary can be ignored. "Body betraying you" is boring give me "writer betraying you". The hearts mean that you consent no matter what the rest of you says, right?

I want to clarify that my love for girlcock is disconnected from my dykebreaking kink. I love trans women not in spite of my lesbianism but because I am a lesbian. It's pure bliss to be able to serve cock without it being attached to a man. Sloppy balls deep unprotected dyke sex is my safe space just as my cunt is a safe space for dolls (and trans dykes of all kinds) 🍒❤️

Sorry I just. I just need to jerk a girl off from behind with one hand around her throat. Yeah, don’t worry about it. I just saw you stretch and bare your throat and know I needed to be around it. It’s this or the teeth, right? Yeah. I won’t complain if you start crying. Does it hurt? Does it hurt to feel my fingers digging into your neck. You’re looking really dizzy now, and your hips are bucking a little. Your brain needs every bit of oxygen it can get, and your cock just needs it more. If you fall unconscious that’s alright. I won’t be upset. You’re really doing a good job.