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i’m only trying to protect you .. ! ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

kind of craving a friendship where we can be silly together but also be huge pervs. Like yeah one day we might be masturbating together. But the next we'll be arguing about which is the best Pokémon

Mood

i’ll cut away all the parts of myself that aren’t good enough for you. purify myself until i’m nothing but an extension of your will. until the world knows i’m yours.

"Kaneko Fumiko (1903–1926) was a Japanese anarchist living at the early part of the 20th century. Born out of wedlock into grinding poverty, she lived her life as an outsider within Japanese society including a stint with unloving and cruel relatives in then-occupied Korea, her experiences inspiring both her rebellion against authority and feelings of solidarity with others on the receiving end of society’s boot. Together with her friend, partner and, before her death, husband Pak Yol, she started underground anarchist societies, published articles against the Japanese state and society, and, perhaps, planned to kill the Emperor Taisho and then-Crown Prince Hirohito at Hirohito’s wedding.

She and Pak were some of of many who’d be swept up in the mass arrests and killings of enemies of the state both real and perceived after the Great Kanto Earthquake of 1923. Placed into “protective custody,” she and Pak were tried and sentenced to death for high treason on charges related to a plot to kill the Emperor and Crown Prince. While these sentences was later commuted to life in prison by the Emperor, an honor she promptly rejected by tearing the decree up in front of her jailers, she was found hanging in her cell in 1926 and is supposed to have committed suicide." - Because I Wanted To

Obsessions. Quite interesting, are they not? In some ways it can be linked to ideology where you believe in an idealized version of someone. I am gonna talk about how I am feeling, no need to rationalize it. My obsession is my life. I cannot focus on anything else. The obsession emits such a divine feeling, which is pure and free from all possible contortions. Yet, every inch of this obsession is corrupt and depraved, but I fucking live for it. "How can the right thing be so wrong?" As they say, but also: "How can the wrong thing be so right?" I want to be locked in a room with my obsession as I break down in front of her and confess how much I crave her every moment of the day and also confess all the depraved things I have gone through to get more information about her. Insanity can be a light that provides guidance. Insanity is the one thing that I know never goes away. My love for insanity rivals the love I feel for my obsession. I have been referred to as a "maniac" by my doctor because my obsession went too far. I am like a drug addict.

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On the surface it may seem like I am shy and collected, but there is also this underlying desire to dominate someone sexually. Once I get consent and know someone well enough, I will alter the way I sexually interact with them. First I will learn all the kinks and weaknesses of the partner, then I will bring them close to the edge of climax and deny them climax in the last moment until they beg me for release. I like teasing people and seeing them beg. I also have quite the obsession with women's anatomy including the clitoris. I could perhaps gently massage it with the palm of my hands while fingering her vagina to satisfy her.

I love her so much. She is the only one who can make me feel anything anymore. I am dead without her. My only wish is for her to pay attention to me.

Take care of yourselves everyone 💚🏳️‍🌈

Me and who?

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