THEODORA

i don't actually feel horny about anything

i used to have this private twitter with the same username as this blog where i would post the nastiest most foul depraved shit possible about Ted's penis and if you used to follow me there we are very close friends okay

scary times when people from the lovely fauxcest community start liking my posts because this is a blog essentially about how desperately i want to make love to a dead serial killer

gallbladder update: still fucking killing me

dreamt of You. i was on trial, some sort of prisoner, surrounded by the people who used to hurt me, and i turned around from the bench, and there You were behind me, sitting, watching me from the stands. Your face was like a shifting kaleidoscope of the many various versions of You, and as i stared at You, my fear melted away, peace washed over me, and i began to cry. You never said a word.

my gallbladder is fucking killing me today

addicted to diet coke...

fathers are for fucking

sending one of my gallstones by mail to anyone who sends me anon hate and maybe even anon love

made marshmallow cherry banana ice cream today. but i have to get my gallbladder removed in a week. not very happy about it...

i'm tired of being nice and forgiving

sucking His dick after He's raped a dead body so that i can taste the leftover tang of rot and death on His shaft, y'know

so much kinky content out there about worshipping a woman, not so much stuff about worshipping a man. sucks for me, but also, y'know, men don't usually deserve worship, so

so many brave soldiers died for my right to draw myself sucking Ted Bundy's dick