Pie Factory

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Good day, good evening and goodnight.

My name is Pie.

This blog is going to mostly be me posting thoughts, works, or maybe some music I like. I’m not entirely sure yet.

Please DNI if you’re not interested in anything gory, if you’re racist, homophobic, use any form of generative ai or generally wishing to spread hate.

Also please please please DNI if you’re a minor. Nothing against you but I don’t fully know the direction of this blog yet so it may get a bit dark.

All boarders are from: @pixopix

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Tags!

Yanblr: #🫀🥧heart in a jar~<3

Random things:#🍎🥧sweet apple pie ~<3

Asks: #✨🥧I say pie! ~<3

Reposts: #🫶🥧i want this in my kitchen ~<3

Yearning: #🫰🥧Craving something ~<3

——————————About me——————————

Ykw my love language is borderline cannibalism. I would like to chew and be chewed thank you very much.

Hey.. so actually I hate people, you can bring me back into the basement I don’t think I can do this again.

I got a large water for my coworker in back of house and her response was “oh my god thank you angel”

So now I’m just here stuck on it because pet names like that are all I’ve ever wanted out of a relationship!!! :,(

Despite my blog’s name being in reference to pie I really dislike the food for the most part. Anything other than Apple pie is a no go for me.

My throat is starting to hurt in more of the I’m sick and dying way and I’d really rather it be hurting for any other reason.

God please just call me sweetie, honey, darling- anything just please. I promise I’ll be good.

Waist hugs could get me through nuclear war.

Seriously it’s all I want in a relationship. Just hold me tight enough to where you’re all I can consider. ㅤ-`♡´- ^^

I love going through the profiles of the people who like the things I post. Like why are you liking this ?

I have to know!! ♡ﾟ♡ﾟ

I hold a special place in my heart for cannibalism as a metaphor for love. But i typically only see it as as another feeding on someone else. What about one choosing to feed another with themselves?

Such as a Yan feeding their dear darling things like bits of hair, eventually turning into a finger or an eye. Their darling having not much of a choice but to eat it since they’re being held captive. ♡ﾟ

I stopped posting for a second because I was camping not because someone found me cute and took me away.

Much to my chagrin.

If I could I’d love to rip out my heart from my chest so you could keep it in a jar but I’ll settle for cuddles to.

ᰔ I promise I’d be a good captive ♡ﾟ

Sometimes when I can’t sleep I’ll turn on my side and imagine being held by someone who had no imagined face, no name, nothing. They were just a manifestation of love for me, to then hold me tight.

Nothing makes me want to give up all control of my life and choices to another person like a twelve hour work day. Like please make me less independent, it’s too draining.