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My husband: "I feel like I'm just some rando to most of your girlfriends."

Me: "Yes. I give you every opportunity to not be."

Them: "Oh yeah, I know. I was just sharing the impression I get."

Good sandwich ~

A trans woman facedown in bed with faer ass raised and cheeks spread.

Hi
I need to get fucked ^.^

She sang a song about how much she loves the taste of a pretty girl's blood last night. I've never been into that before but if it tastes that amazing to her then she needs to have mine

I didn't wanna get up I wanna daydream about my girlfriend getting me pregnant

In like 10 hours honestly

I blame my endo. He cut my hormones a few weeks ago and I know better than to trust doctors and I was doing my own dosing for *years* but he gets to decide if I'm worthy of bottom surgery so I have to do whatever he says

God I went from 0 to FUCK in like a day. I thought I was doing really really good

Don't start smoking again don't start smoking again don't start smoking again don't start smoking again don't start smoking again don't start smoking again don't start smoking again don't start smoking again don't start smoking again don't start smoking again don't start smoking again

Fuck you no this feels good

Diary, bitch. Put it in our fucking diary

to be vegan for the clout. I actually belong in my scene and you just do whatever gets you the most attention. And also I've never raped anyone. Pretty sure that makes me better by default like objectively.

Fuck I need a cigarette. And a beer.

know never even met her.

Fuck you. Couldn't wreck me. I'm still here. People love the breakup song about you.
And I get told all the time that I'm the sweetest and gentlest person that folks have ever met. That's way better than having gun clout and skoolie clout and sailboat clout and pretending

mentally before we started dating. And she asked and raped me. Fuck her.
I'm a better musicisn than she could have ever dreamed of. Folks thought she was cool and clever and "operator". Maybe she fucking is. She raped me. Nobody fucking cared.
Not now it's been so long that like half the people I

my wife or my girlfriends or whoever catches my attention and is dtf without having to do *serious* psychological prep work. And I've been in cptsd therapy for YEARS at this point. I dunno if I was plural when I met her. Does it work like that? 25 is too old right? I was certainly better off

Her ex who introduced us before the two of them broke up literally told me that dating her was dangerous.
God damn it. She taught me how to shoot handguns and how to write music and how to get by on like $10/week and how to be so fucking scared of intimacy that I still can't just go have sex with

There's like three people on here who actually know me irl and y'all better not have FUCKING read this. I literally have a fucking diary I don't know what my fucking issue is tonight. This morning. I need a fucking cigarette.
Fuck her for raping me and fuck her for being hot and charismatic

Maybe her boyfriend wasn't bluffing and he could ruin me and my wife if we talk about it too much. He doesn't believe me and thinks I wanted to ruin her music career or something. I don't even fucking know. God maybe I can sleep now.

He's still upset that I stopped sleeping with him. That was like two years ago.
I don't even know what the fucking point of this thread is. Probably enough here to figure out who she is. Don't care. Fuck her. That's rape. Maybe someone will care this time.

I fucked her boyfriend because if I didn't I wouldn't get to live there anymore and it was cold and wet outside and snowed a could times that wonder. Not actually a choice. We run in the same circles still. He doesn't know any that. I don't know what he would do if he found out.

I call everyone "homie" now. Even complete strangers. Definitely her fault.
"And I still catch myself talkin the way you do"
I have tattoos she gave me. Two of them. A pawprint. Cuz I was her puppy.
I married her girlfriend. We lived together for a long time. It was bad for us.

I miss her voice. Her laugh. How she talkes. I miss that all so so fucking much. How she says "squeeril" instead of "squirrel". Sometimes when she focuses really hard her cornish accent comes out. It's really cute.

We were gonna hop freight together. I'm glad I did it anyways, without her. Now it's something that's mine. She can't ruin it for me.
I miss her prescription polarized aviators. Her excuse was that she was a pilot. Can't argue with that. I wonder if she still has them.

I miss her crazy fucking schemes. We bought a canoe off craigslist for like $75 (I have no idea where we got the money) and rigged it to sail. In November. Built all that shit from mostly garbage we'd accumulated in our over-winter spot. Like a keel and everything.

I miss her dog. She was a sweetheart. I heard she shot her when she became too inconvenient. I miss her sense of fashion. Her huuuuge brown eyes. I miss being in a band with her even though she was always shitty to me about my playing.

I miss how good she is at being bad at things and how dangerous of an electrician she is. She's so clumsy - I watched her slam her penis in a cupboard while wearing clothes. And a schoolbus window. She almost pop-riveted it once. I miss going shooting with her.

I just wanna go to sleep and wake up in our bus in the woods and drink homemade wine and talk about politics and music all day every day for weeks.
God what the fuck happened. I still remember falling in love with her. It was like nothing else I've ever experienced.

God damn it her insta has pictures of us before she hurt me and we look so happy and excited to go adventuring. Pictures I took of her before we were even dating. She's so hot in them.

No. I am NOT doing this right now. NOT wishing it was different and I didn't leave her. Fuck her. She raped me.

I also realized just tonight that I saw her posting really really early versions of the songs we recorded together on r/FolkPunk like weeks before we met at a bar

"I'm so much cooler than my ex" is a very 5 am thought

Miss you so much baby
I love that you always had this whole stack of IDs on you to whip out and show people