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I’m doing my nails before Puerto Domingo 👀 💍
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Am I doing this wrong? Are my oaths too long? I guess I am writing about you, after all.
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I just peeped over at the blood oath you’re writing and it was something about wanting to write about me all the time and I just want you to know that I haven’t written about you yet. No. Not really written. Notes and like diary entries, sure, but not, like, an actual thing. I mean there was that sexy zine love letter but you know what I mean. But that’s a good thing. Because the things I write about are bad and sad, and I feel like I have to give those stories a voice before I start cavalierly writing about chowing down on your cock all the time.
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When good things happen, you’re the first person I want to tell. When bad things happen, you’re the first person I want to tell. When weird things happen, you’re the first person I want to tell. Live, laugh, love, bitches.
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Although I don’t actually believe in soulmates – who has time to sit up in heaven or wherever and match-make while wars are happening? (wait, maybe that’s why wars are happening????) – you are SO right for me that it almost makes me a believer.
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When we were in the waiting room holding tight for our Covid shots, I saw that your jacket was on the floor and for a tiny moment, I thought, “How could I be with someone who’s OK with putting their jacket back on after it’s been on the FLOOR OF A PHARMACY IN A SAFEWAY!?!?!? I mean, Safeway is already a cesspool. Their pharmacy? Absolutely a breeding ground for the black plague. I thought about burning the jacket but ended up fucking you instead.
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I’m sitting with you in bed, cum dripping out of my pussy, talking about how you secretly love Enya and I secretly love Creed and I couldn’t be more in love. I mean, you really accept me for who I am. I didn’t tell you, however, that I stole my mom’s credit card one time in high school to subscribe to monthly deliveries of Pure Moods. I thought I was all deep and shit listening to those CD’s on my discman on the school bus while everyone else was listening to Coolio or Linkin Park, and it’s reassuring to know that somewhere far away, at the same time, you were pretending not to listen to Enya. Oh yeah, I also like Linkin Park.
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I daydream about our future home every single day. And when I do, I don’t think about size or quality or neighborhood. I don’t think about value or nice furniture or amenities. I think, where the hell are we going to put all these books and art!?
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I’ve never considered myself a size queen before, but … it really turns me on every time I think about how tall you are.
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I love that I’m able to talk about my work with you, especially because the things I usually want to share are screenshots of bewildering chats from clients wanting to talk about things like fucking my face until I vomit, pissing into my mouth, and sharing nudes of their wives (without their permission, of course) in order for me to help “ruin” them. Like, what in the absolute fuck!?!?!?!? It makes the work so much more manageable knowing that you are on the other side, affirming that yes, this is fucked up and that, yes, I should definitely drain them of as much money as possible for giving them a lecture, a spanking, and sending them back home to their mommies.