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maskling.bsky.social
🌱 lammy πŸ””πŸ•―οΈπŸ¦‹
@maskling.bsky.social
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stupid magic pervert. this is a personal place for me to journal my thoughts. please don’t draw attention to me. no reposts. I just want to exist
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has anyone made a pokemon game where u fuck every pokemon? does that exist yet?
a taste of light. I fell in love with a monster. that monster was me!
I am feeling much better today. still sick but better
also I think u need a good long break from working πŸ«‚
I wish I had lots of money so I could give it to u and others
pro tip for living in an urban fantasy environment: flat with goblins. u will find enough loose change laying around that u will basically be able to pay rent off that alone
I need whatever pills they’ve got teto on
I wish I was a neet. maybe once I get my degree I will become a neet
anyway, I am just sharing. even tho I am really milky and my breasts r always aching, u shoudn't gently but firmly squeeze them in a slight pulling motion from the back to the front and make my milk soak through my top. I am just giving informati//////////
bras r good at soaking it up without giving anything away. white tops will be more obvious, but really it is gonna be obvious anyway. that is why I am usually wearing a cardigan, even though I *usually* don't leak through
I think that is often a very bad thing to say to a medical professional from how I have seen it play out. I think this is a feeling you need to work through with someone you trust. maybe start with some grounding exercises. five things u can hear. four things u can see. three things u can touch. etc
I just had the sweetest dream about a man who was roguishly beautiful, and I awoke with the taste of a kiss. goodbye, king of thieves, who stole my heart in the night
to chase, pursue, capture, marry, reproduce. these are all the things of the mortal romance. I am done with the mortal romance. it is a doomed thing. I seek now the immortal romance that lives only within desire, absence. that which in its insatiability, never dies