what if one would wake up and find that almost everything in a life was staged for the convenience of others? and no, not like the truman show where everybody else knows. more like the autism-adhd-copy-fake-it-never-make-it show. the live long masking party I didn’t plan to attend.
well, ok. leberkäse pizza with extra ananas on pretzel dough. sorry to not to have made a f*cking ai picture with it
if one asked me what I want it’s get my clothing size down and still eat pizza n chocolate. no, answer isn’t a bf - but I wouldn’t be too much bothered of having a handsome neighbor with benefits. for eating pizza and chocolates oc - every now and then. well, a pizza pup. I‘ll bring the chocolates.
ABDL, bondage and SM are commonly about trust and consent - though, we almost don’t pretend to give in to the deeper sitting part of our pleading heart to „please care for me bc there was a bad lack of care during childhood“
helo ADD 👋 the urge to -make-it-better-and-start-a-business- made me broke for several times in my life and it wasn’t bc it wasn’t better but bc I lost interest when it started to become a serious business.
sunday morning routine: done! ✅ (finish the last crumbs out of the chips package from lonely-ass-movie-saturday)
looking back it is to notice that my life is about having a private life - or work. can’t find a well known mix. it’s either this or that and it feels like coping with this world isn’t my thing.
had to shazam that song. it wasn’t good but the baseline reminded me on another. couldn’t find it but found another one and nearly an hour later you spot me in tears bc that base is such a bitch and goes so well with that organ. well, yes. I’m hypersensitive. don’t mind me.
