NevermindThat's a hoe shit. Fighting and fighting again, pointlessNevermind1 hour ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Find a girlfriend, HackerI'm not Kiki, dude. You confused as hell.Find a girlfriend, Hacker1 hour ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I won't seek revenge on you. Cause your alreadyYour already dead insideI won't seek revenge on you. Cause your already1 hour ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I didn't do shit to you hackerWhat the Fuck wrong youI didn't do shit to you hacker1 hour ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Mock up me all, You want.Everything work two waysMock up me all, You want.2 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It's all fucking greyIt's all fucking greyIt's all fucking grey2 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It's all grey. HackerIt's all cool. Yup, It's all cool.It's all grey. Hacker2 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Speak for yourself ScammerSpeak for you. Not me. I'm SpeaklessSpeak for yourself Scammer2 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Religion - Two in OneFanatical _________s bring a bad name.Religion - Two in One5 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Fanatical _________s bring the rest pain.
Tickle Torturing Michael Part 7 2⃣ ✅Tickle Torturing Michael Part 7Tickle Torturing Michael Part 7 10 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
For someone like me, one of the greatest things in the world is when somebody that I love to tickle will actually ask me to tickle them. This just so happened to be the case with Michael. But there was a small story behind it. I'll just skip right over all of that, and basically tell you that Michael's conditions were he wanted me to tickle him but only on 1 foot.
He did not specify a time limit, all you said is that I could only tickle one of his feet. Normally this would be a tough decision, but I knew that Michael's right foot was his sweet spot. So I decided to gather some tickle tools and get ready. I got a hairbrush, my normal piece of Velcro, and a feather. I told Michael to lay down on his bed. Michael wore shoes on both of his feet. He extended both of his feet out in front of him and said:
"Pick one foot and then I'll keep my other foot close to me so you don't try anything!"
Without saying a word, I gently held his right ankle
A House's HistoryThe house I live in is old, it's has it's history, and whether or not the aging wood wanted to tell it was a decision beyond any of my family. This now two story house built from an old farmhouse has always felt like home to me, even though nobody knew where it came from, and the fact of it's extra hidden quirks. Beyond popular belief, my mother and I found that there was more than just dust and spiders waiting for us there, we found two other tenants that didn't seem to be in too much of a rush to leave.A House's History21 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Of course My mother and I, we were the only ones who could consistently tell of these people's existence, whether or not we were the guests, or they were, was a matter of debate. The first one was an older woman, she was seemingly small and thin, a touch of her hand resembling that of a child to those who were caught unaware, and those that met her always saying she wore an old fashioned blue dress, her hair tied in a tight bun. She always was very polite to us, never trying to cause
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I know I should've written this in like a journal or whatever, but I feel like I want to get this out there. It's now 12:07 AM by the time I'm writing this on what's now Wednesday February 25th, 2015. I was trying to get some sleep earlier, but I've been having these thoughts come across my mind that I feel like I want to share. It concerns on what I do, both in terms of drawing and MMD, but I’ll be mostly covering on the topic of my artwork. I know I’ve already discussed about these topics before, but I think this is somewhat different than what I’ve talked about and what I’ve done before.
In the past, I’ve always taken on certain projects like making webcomics and trying to write stories, and that’s something I’ve been trying to do with Shadowed Lights the last few years. I’ve always gone way over my head on what I did back then. I have a history of starting stories, but I never got around to finishing them, nor was I anywhere near endi
Seeing You AgainAfter all this time, you appear in my life again tonight. The circumstances were bleak and the look on your face was full of pain. Looking into your eyes again felt like we were back then, holding each other, and hoping the other would make the first move. You looked different, but I could see you on the inside. I could feel us again on those less than lonely nights.Seeing You Again2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I think back to when, when you and I touched. The way you caressed my face; the way you smiled when I caressed yours. If was magic. Then it came. You pressed your lips to mine. I melted that night. Why you choose me from the men you could have had still amazes me. Why me? Why did you care for me? Why did you love me, though you never whispered those words?
Was the timing wrong; No. Was there heartache between us; No. If none of these things, what broke us both? Was it jealousy, love, family, friends, life. No! The heart of another spo
How my death will be seenWalked into the light, gone, forgotten.How my death will be seen2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The Cataloged Panic AttackIs it how I justify my self-esteem? When I was physically neglected it was a sign that I had let the other person down and they were punishing me for not fulfilling their expectations, and that is all I think about is letting down other people. This is not just something “Don’t worry about it” will fix. Am I depressed? There is nothing to be sad about. Am I anxious? YES. I can’t even sleep without asking permission or questions or needing some kind of affirmation that my actions are justified, even if I know they won’t affect him in any way. I even feel obligated to tell him what I’m doing even though I hate small talk. I feel trapped by myself and don’t know how to get out of it. Everything feels like my fault even though logically I am 100% aware that is NOT the case. The slightest ‘no no’ makes me feel awful, but why? Am I not allowed to make mistakes? AppareThe Cataloged Panic Attack2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Je suis une femmeJe suis une femme.Je suis une femme2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Je me réveille et cela me revient à l’esprit, tout à coup.
Comme une surprise, comme un cadeau.
Mes longs cheveux ondulent sur mes épaules et me chatouillent la nuque.
Je me lève une heure en avance, il faut bien le temps de se préparer !
Je déjeune peu, je fais régime. Je sais que je ne suis pas grosse mais qu’importe.
Je préfère prendre le temps de me pomponner. Je pose un trait fin d’eye-liner sur mes yeux noisettes, les souligne au crayon noir, je n’oublie pas le mascara, sans faire de couche trop épaisse, et je mets en valeur ma bouche à l’aide d’un rouge à lèvres vif.
Je vérifie si mon vernis est encore bien mis, je déteste quand il craquèle, c’est d’un laid !
Et puis la petite touche de glamour : un simple spray de parfum suffit à me sentir mieux dans ma peau.
Et pour finir, quelles boucles d’oreilles vais-je cho
Tickle Torturing My Neighbor Part 2 1⃣ ✅Tickle torturing my neighbor Mike part 2Tickle Torturing My Neighbor Part 2 2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It's been a while since I've tickled my neighbor Mike. But I decided that the time had come to approach him again to see if you would be up for another tickling session. As he was outside one day raking leaves, I decided to strike up a conversation with him. The conversation didn't last long before I asked how he felt about being tickled again. Mike looked at me and his eyes were almost shining.
"You'd do that for me?" He asked.
I told him that I would be more than happy to tickle him again, however this time I would focus only on his feet. Mike smiled and we chose the next morning as the time that I would go tickle him. I arrived at his house probably the next morning with a few tickle tools in my hand. I brought the usual hairbrush, feather and Velcro. I also brought along some shoe string to tie his toes. And Mike told me to use some of his blankets to tie his ankles together. Mike's parents just left for work and Mike answer
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