a-devoted-mutt

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Hi :3

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hello!

The anons you get are really strange and questionable I Think

They're all strangely parasocial and kinda laying on you until you fix their problems with a couple responses

Hope you're feeling okay

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hello! perhaps, just a little. i’m a people pleaser to my core, so i didn’t notice if anyone was laying on me.

i do feel alright! thank you.

Not to be an absolutely deplorable disgusting whore but like

What if we held each other softly and shared our deepest thoughts and interests with each other

What if we were completely vulnerable and raw, seeing every flaw and crack but still decided to accept each other exactly as is, rigged edges and all

Is that too slutty guys? I know I write some real fucked up shit is this too far-

idek, some sort of vent.

god, i wonder what i look like in your mind. it surely won’t match up to me, right?

this body is not me. and i hate looking in the mirror and seeing that.

i don’t have a fucking cunt, of all things. i don’t have tits. i don’t have sinewy arms and soft hands.

the person in the mirror is not me.

will you still like me, even if i don’t match up to your expectations?

am i a recurring thought to anyone

nsfw, poll and slutposting under the cut.

i wonder what color they’d like…

i have dark red, light red, baby pink, black…

baby pink and black are practically just scraps of lace, they don’t cover much..

dark red has a little opening in the front, like a tit window, almost but for…yeah.

and the light red has this little heart chain that goes across the back..

i have this pretty black top, too! i just wonder what color they’d like… won’t you help me choose?

shoutout to my headmates! specifically the anonymous one who’s actively convincing me that our dr pepper is spiked with cough syrup.

why does it have an aftertaste like that.

filthy, gross, disgusting mutt. posting on tumblr as if they’ll see, praying they’ll tell you what to do? pathetic. and stupid, if you think about it.

you are not a good dog.

nsfw.

make me wear one of those pretty, girly underwear pairs, and the plug. make me walk around the house, doing my chores, every movement jostling me from the inside, soaking through the pretty lace…

nsfw.

i’m home all alone today. not a soul besides me in this house. alone, with my selection of toys.

damn shame you aren’t here.

this is a shitpost.

breakfast? what’s that?

( this is a joke, i had two cookies and a dr pepper for breakfast. )

It would be really cool if I could stop randomly feeling insanely depressed out of nowhere

nsfw. tw.

please, please, please.

i need you to tell me how to do it. how to get off. i can’t..i can’t do anything unless you’re telling me how.

i need to give up control, let myself be a little braindead, let myself be truly yours, in every sense of the word.

mark me up, from the inside and the outside. i want to be nothing but a myriad of purples and blues and swollen reds, nothing but a walking show of your affection.

i’d let you call me the nastiest, most vile names. i’d let you use me whenever you want…i’m made for your pleasure. i’d let you use me whenever…please do. that’s how i know you enjoy having me around.

i woke up like this, and it’s awful. i feel squirmy and pathetic and disgusting. i feel like someone’s abandoned puppy, wandering the streets, waiting for be picked up by some kind soul…

i’ll be so, so good for you. the perfect dog. just please, keep me around? don’t toss me to the side once you’re done with me…

I love obeying, I love taking orders, tell me how to masturbate, tell me what porn I should watch, i'll do anything

pick your poison (version of me):

— fuzzy-brained, whorish puppy

— self-hating, disgusting mutt

— your loyal, possessive dog.

do I really need to destroy myself in order to get affection?

I can’t let him see how ugly I get

i’m just not important to you , i guess . i’ll never mean anything to you .

Call me manipulative, but I want someone to reach their hand out to me when I start to walk away.

I want to feel like I'm worth running after. I want to feel like I'm wanted.

nsfw.

please, please touch me. i’ve been so good, i deserve it, don’t i?

i just want you to set the rhythm, the pace, the energy. i want you to be in control.

tell me what toys to use, how fast to go, how high the vibrations should be…tell me what to do.

i’m always in control. let me give up the reigns.

please ?

What did I do to make myself genuinely unlikable

do i really have to fucking die to mean something to someone.

I hope you forgive me for ruining everything

i wish i could have a life with you. but i am frail and dying. im slowly killing myself. youre the only reason i get out of bed anymore, if not for you, i would just curl up and die.

i like knowing you'll be there, without fail. i like seeing you sulk about it. it's endearing.

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it is not endearing. i’m not just some stupid dog, jimmy.

Maybe X anon realized this blog is an extension of your SH.

perhaps. i do wish the x anon would’ve dm’d me, however. i would’ve told them what was wrong, rather than tell the world.

my dm’s are always open, if you ever have personal questions.

remember, if YOU wouldn’t feel comfortable answering that question in front of a large crowd, i probably won’t feel comfortable answering if.

i wonder where the “x” anon is…

TW.

force me to tell you my fears.

i prefer to check up on people. it makes me feel good when everyone else feels good!

i’m scared that if i end it all, no one will notice. and everyone who does notice will simply move on.

i like when people remember the small things about me! it makes me feel special.

no one knows what my favorite color is.

i like to think that everybody is a friend!

i get so, so deeply fearful when i’m unliked.

please, don’t bother reading. it’s just another tw’d vent post. what’s the point.

god, i’m useless.

what kind of captain thinks like this? what kind of captain puts himself first? i’m pathetic.

i just want to be good for someone. i just want to be someone’s first choice, their favorite.

i don’t want to be a leftover. i don’t want to be left behind.

i don’t want to be alone again.

i can’t be alone again.

my thighs hurt so much. my head and fingers and toes are throbbing, probably from blood loss. i can’t keep doing this to myself.

i can’t keep running from my problems.

i’m needy. i’m disgusting. i’m useless.

i cry when you leave me alone for too long.

i cry when you praise me, because i don’t deserve it.

i cry when you degrade me, because i feel useless.

i’m such a stupid fucking mutt.