I love lesbian shit
I love hot romance shit and hate it at the same time when the man forces the woman
It reminds me of when my father forces me to do shit and I HATE that shit

I find womens bodies really pleasing to look at and beautiful and I find a dick ugly

Old men like to say shit like they know stuff when they really don't
I'm general men be wanting to tell others what to do when they're just dumb fucks

I hate it when my mom does things she knows irritates me and sometimes when infeel like she doesn't care it makes me cry because what the fuck do I do if even my own mother doesn't want me like I know she wants me but sometimes I question you know??

I really feel deeply and I feel like my inner world is wasting away but I don't want it to waste away... my emotional side and beautiful imagination may have been a gift but also a giver of agony and unnecessary pain and grievance of a world that isn't real... imaginations and books I read with fantasies because those are the realities I prefer to live in compared to my real life, a world where I feel like I'm in control rather than having to try to deal with all this real life shit all the time

I wanna be so filthy rich that when I walk down an isle I know I am so comfortable enough in my money that I can go into a store without looking at the price tag and buying what I want when I want it and all of it

I wanna be slim and toned and strong and beautiful and I only wanna care about me more than anything else in the world

I hate viewing women from mens sexualised point of view, it disrupts the innocence that women have that they think they lose because they're brainwashed by mens desires and how they try to mold into their needs and wants and desires and wishes n shit because that's how they feel valuable and valued by then and they don't have the strength to turn the tables onto themselves and get out of that wormhole shit and really LIVE you know???

I feel like I want something fulfilling you know, like a big purpose, or you know fueling a story on wattpad or just something. I realise I want to feel like I'm a part of something, like I'm really making something better. And not something small, but something bigger than myself, you know? I want purpose, I want direction, I want to have the power and control and influence and money to sway it, I want to enjoy the challenges and thrive in the journey, to suffer the difficult times and come back as polished as a newly cut knife, so fucking sharp and strong and clean that even the smallest touch and it can cut. And I don't mean this in the way that I am to hurt everyone who even breathes wrong near me but rather that I am able to handle anything and everythign that comes to me with ease and grace because of that incredible inner strength. I want everything I could possibly want and eventually live in a gigantic fucking mansion like that Mary antionettes bedroom mansion thingy continuing my wattpad story and saving the world in real life too and enjoy all the fuck more out of it. I want to be physically fit and love every cell of my body. I want to wake up with a FAT fucking gigantic smile on my face where I wake up and I DO shit that makes me feel good. I wanna strut around in my beautiful big flouncy pink dresses that I'd have designed for myself and made perfect fit for myself such that the seamstress made the dress fucking come to life before my eyes, I want to be the princess of my own fucking mansion with fuckign beautiful butlers serving me nd defending me with their life when need be. that's the kind of life I want, nothing less, always more. Not in a greedy way, but such that I always attract abundance, in all the right and perfect ways that benefits me and makes me happy and yeah... no negatives at all, perfect goodness.

Ahh, that felt so good to just let out. I might do this often. A free, steady flow of consciousness onto a page. I want what I write to be actually pretty relevant to many peoples dreams, people who may be out there, too afraid to even admit their wishes to them self, in the event that disappointment lands on them or hell even failure. Well you know what girls and boys, I'm here with you. I don't want to be a silent dreamer no more. I wanna take things into my own hands, do shit my own way. And perhaps this may speak to you, hearing another's admissions, hearing another's thoughts and dreams. May this inspire you to want more than you could have ever possibly imagined. Perhaps this may not be taking action, but action usually arouses from thought. So may this be your seed, that you grow and let blossom via your beautiful action.

Goodnight ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls.

Girls... *takes a gentle hand, using the tip of my soft finger to tilt up your chin to face me. I look down on you softly - fondly... you notice the fondness and you soften too, like putty in my grip... "I care for you, sweet heart." I murmur softly, leaning slow, low, to gently kiss the top of your nose. I lean back, opening my eyes again, not realising I had shut them for a split moment. I have a ghost of a smile on my face as I observe you, our closeness. We need no words for the emotion that is shared between us. Your eyes are held captive by mine, still being held gently up by my finger. Our breaths get warm, as we stare at each other. My finger, it hesitates, because it yearns, suddenly, to move down from where it is. But I don't like leaving desires unsaid... and my finger gently finds its own trail down the soft lovely skin of you, your neck, while your eyes are still held captive in mine, and my finger grabs the hem of your shirt, bunching it up slowly yet aggressively, in a strengthened grip that could not be unfurled even if you tried. The look in my eyes hardened as sensitive fondness was slowly replaced something else... something darker, more twisted. A tongue darted out to lick my bottom lip and it seemed like you got the idea when your eyes immediately jumped from my eyes to my luscious lips and wet tongue, wetting my peer lip. These lips of mine curled into a smile. I was satisfied, inner, darker me satisfied at the response, knowing my little girl was in there, yearning, ready to be touched and aroused, ready for me to touch all the right buttons. I need not feed such little girl tonight... that was for later. Right now, this was a reminder that she was mine. Left in longing, reminder of who she belongs to. That was enough for me, enough for now. My hand unfurled, before reaching up to gently graze her soft cheek. I looked into her chocolate brown eyes and smiled, whispering softly," Goodnight, child. Before disappearing into the darkness.*

Goodnight my sweethearts, sweet dreams. (: