Category: Conversations

Talking, teasing, manipulating, debating, and delighting

Goal achieved

tinydoll:

when @bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls tells you that you look good 😏

I’ve been in this corner of Tumblr for what, three years now? And in that time, I don’t think I’ve told more than ten different chicks that they’re hot. Maybe twelve.

It’s a sickness, really. The more someone wants to be told she’s pretty –the more she expects it– the more I want to deny her. I routinely take this behavior to absurd lengths, to the point of alienating some honestly spectacular pieces of ass by adamantly refusing to give them their due. 

For better or worse, @tinydoll has figured out how to game the system. Which apparently amounts to little more than continuously sending nudes and then whining until I relent.

Persistence and pouting: two talents that can take a girl anywhere.

Deviant sexual urges are like decay. But not in the way you think.

dumbbigtittedslut:

People are turned off by destruction and putrification. They don’t want to admit it exists, and they try as hard as they can to hide it from their minds, even though it’s as natural as the sun rising.

But bad things exist. They exist for a reason. The fungus that feeds off the corpse is just as important as the corpse used to be.

I think you just called me an important fungus.

My Fetishes?

greedyagain:

bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls:

I’ve always been attracted to the sound women make when they’re feeling particularly small and ineffectual, but I didn’t have a name for it. MTV came to my rescue ten years ago, during a scene on Laguna Beach where two of the hotter, meaner girls were shopping, and one of them was making a kind of whimpering, whiny, squeak as she struggled to reach an item on a high shelf.

“You’re making the Reaching Noise,” the other one noted.

I am all about the Reaching Noise.

The best part of this post is @bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls watching Laguna Beach. 

It’s right up there with the tit punching guy wearing a MLP shirt on the list of things that make me super happy. 

Watch it, or you and I are so dunzo.

This actually reminds me of a conversation I had with Bows. She kept repeating something, and I told her to “stop trying to make ‘fetch’ happen.” She instantly dissolved into a fit of shocked, hysterical giggles, delighted by the reference. Like I’m Encino Man, and couldn’t have possibly been aware of anything that happened in the world since… well, since Encino Man.

🎤…Let the rain fall down, I’m comin’ cleeeeeeeean…

greedyagain:

bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls:

rapekittn:

i need a man who’d kill for me

So, just to clarify, is that:

“I need a man who’d kill in my defense.”

…or:

“I need a man who’d kill his way through a summer camp full of slutty cheerleaders just to get to me.”

If it’s the latter, I have but one thing to say to you.

“Chh chh chh chh… ahh ahh ahh ahh…”

Maybe she’s just trying to hire a hit.

So, less Jason Voorhees and more Jason Bourne? No slutty cheerleaders?

Great. Thanks a lot, killjoyagain.

prettylittlevictim:

beat me and baby me 🍼

[pushes you down stairs]

What, you gonna cry now? You gonna cry, big baby? Why does your shoulder look like that, ya freaky li’l baby-head? I figured you had a soft spot on your skull, but I didn’t know your joints were made of taffy, too. Yeah, I bet it does hurt, but I don’t want to spoil you by running to you every time you scream, so I’m gonna go take a nap until I think you’ve learned your lesson.

Kids today…