Category: Conversations

Talking, teasing, manipulating, debating, and delighting

hisblossom:

yknow, you think your sister loves you. You think she’s looking out for you. You tHINK you have each others’ backs. Then she goes and tattles that you! Maybe! Possibly! created a separate girls-only groupchat and named it “no Dads allowed”

is nothing sacred? 😔

Yes.

Me.

Dummy.

hisblossom:

I have never felt safer and more owned than being nestled between Dada’s legs, mouth full, choking for breath, tears in my eyes and a mess quickly forming as he roughly said “there’s never gonna be another one in your mouth for the rest of your life, right baby? Not for the rest of your life.”

I would say it’s weird that she hears romance where others would hear a threat.

But this is the same girl who found Lars Von Trier’s Antichrist to be a playful romp through the countryside with Babygirl Dafoe, and reacted to her bleeding butt with a casual “Oh, really?”

Blossom is diff’rent.

hisblossom:

one sister holding my hands down; another taunting me from her seat on my chest, gleefully alternating between punching and rubbing me; both sisters keeping me on the floor at Daddy’s feet beside his chair at the head of the table; while he kicked my stomach as our other sisters watched 🖤 normal family dinner

Certainly seemed normal to me.

And how it seems to me is all that matters, isn’t it cunt?

immaturecouture:

I can’t remember the last time I’ve been around a group of people I feel so comfortable being myself around. I can be just who I am and I don’t question if I’m wanted or if I’m loved. Thats exactly what love should feel like.

All a girl really needs is a place where she belongs.

immaturecouture:

October 14, 2023, 1:54am

I’m brushing my hair in the mirror,
and I recall the way your fingers felt running through it. 
The way your hands felt holding mine, 
holding my face,
squeezing my throat. 
Looking in to your eyes while everything begins to go quiet.

 I’m brushing my hair in the mirror, 
my skin still tingles from the shock of your open hand, 
I’m in your shirt and it smells just like you.
I can hear my sisters voices in the other room, their laughter is sweet,
still buzzing from your presence like me.

I’m brushing my hair in the mirror,
and for the first time I’m not looking at a stranger. 
I’m present, calm in my awareness,
and no longer lost. 

Small moments

First they find me, then I find them.

Although this one could never really be lost… we’d just follow the trail of moisture to track her down.

do the girls all get along and hang out together during the gatherings?

do the girls all get along and hang out together during the gatherings?

hisblossom:

we spent time all together every day, tons of snuggles and hugs and kisses 🤍

We had a couple days and six or seven nights as a whole. If the medieval torture device that Piglet calls “a bed” had allowed me to sleep more than two hours at a time, I would have been more awake during the day.

As it was, they still ended up a quintet of weird sisters, their bruised, bloodied, and belittled bodies immersed in a bubbling, steaming, eldritch brew, each in turn proclaiming my dominion beneath and unto the stars. Everyone got some one-on-one time, of course, but the group’s the thing wherein someone can catch the semen of the king.

Also, it’s hard to have a five-cunt, all-girl orgy if you don’t herd them naked into a room together.

Also also, Blossom is a dirty, dirty slut.

Aww I see. Wasting your time with multiple douche bags who don’t care about…

Aww I see. Wasting your time with multiple douche bags who don’t care about you and only use you for your body. Nice going 😑

sublunaryorchid:

This is so absurd it made me giggle 🙈 thank you for that – I’ll show my gf this and it’ll make her giggle as well

Have the day you deserve <3

Anon is severely confused; everyone who knows you can see there’s so much more to you than your body.

And I mean, c’mon… there’d have to be, right?