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Less than three, oh em gee, love computer fantasy, meet me here on IRC, ell oh ell oh ell.

Oh and stick the fucking morton bar that you hung in my bedroom window as a perpetual fucking threat as far up your ass as you can reach. Use a periscope.

So fine. I get it. I'm tired of trying. For the last like 2 months, I accept. I'm too ugly, too fat, too old, too despicable, too unforgivable, to ever be worth so much as speaking to.

You fucking won.

I am done trying.

Fuck you you crazy bitch. If I had a choice in the matter I would have been a miscarriage too.

You know what bothers me the most? (I mean, besides the root cellar incident, motherunit, that I refuse to speak of to others). The sleep-deprivation experiments where she'd wait til I was half asleep and then suddenly scream abuse and pound on the walls to startle me awake.

I am *incapable* of getting over it. I'm in my fucking 40s now and I'm still utterly certain that I'm the ugliest person on the planet, who must spend their entire life doing penance for the crime of being born, and let's not forget the fat-shaming shall we? We shall quietly gloss over the beatings.

I wonder what the fuck it'd be like to not be irreparably insane.

I'm tired of trying to get over the fucked-up shit my childhood contained. (Yes I'm talking about you, motherunit who cyberstalks me).

Guess who is still *certain* they're worthless, 25 years after fleeing the abuse at age 16.

Wing 2IC

the knees are incomplete because doing this would make them shatter like a prince rupert drop

Quick doodle of wearing platform boots while in a wheelchair, knees up to chest level.

Momentary urge of "gee maybe I should be a super-tall bitch, wear platforms and be two meters and change tall (6'6"+) and just tower over people and see how many people I can make go buhhhhhhh as they imagine being stepped on...", followed by "oh yeah I use a wheelchair..." 9.9

a flatbed truck of some sort of contruction materials that look like stacks of abenas

Microwavable??

Forget trickle-down, embrace pinata economics: Suspend those with all the goodies and hit them with sticks until the goodies flow free for all.

I mean.... clearly I'm mixing my species here, which is the first limitation.

I wonder how well it would work for me to walk around shaking a dog bowl full of skittles or something, going "pspspsps".

*sigh* It has been entirely too long since I contributed to unpottytraining someone.

And when you think about these four-ways, how do they make you feel?!

(sorry, I had to. Gremlin.)

Honestly, I was thinking "it's okay, you're too little to know how to do the thing correctly. Who thought you could handle this on your own?? Let me take over for you," but without being TOO explicit in teasing you.

How many trans girls does it take to screw in a light bulb?

...I mean, in theory only two, but between HRT-gock and terminal bottom syndrome they'll probably just snuggle... (yes it's an old joke deal with it)

*raises one eyebrow*
*looks at you significantly*
*rests chin on her hand*
*says nothing.... verbally*

Damn, I was not ready for this kind of imagery this early in the morning. Now I wish I had someone in my lap like that! D:

You know, they call it an "induction stove" but....

...Look all I'll say is, worst erotic hypnosis ever.

Asking someone if their bondage is accompanied by various naughty toys: "does the corset match the gapes?"

Who's the fool who called it a "fox emoji" and not a "scampersand"?!

how to anger a linguist: say that "cat" should be written "çat" to represent that cats have tails

Oh hey look, it's the non-fetish account of that artist I follow.

@ everyone

Possibly based on a real life experience.

....I think I'm handling it well, all things considered.

In an alternate universe:

Bill: "I did not have sex with that woman, I was too busy having sex with your mom!"

'Merica: *raucous applause, jeering, and hooting*