Tag: glowbug

I’m confused by your response to the last anon… What’s glowblob? Do you like bigger girls or not? Because the only girls I’ve been seeing on your blog are skinny.

Glowblob is a sentient sausage with pretty hair and the feeding habits of a malnourished wolverine. She’s quite something.

I like girls who make my dick hard, and that’s easier to do when they’re smaller. But I also like girls who do as they’re told, girls who sacrifice for me, and girls who fuel me.… Read the rest “I’m confused by your response to the last anon… What’s glowblob? Do you like bigger girls or not? Because the only girls I’ve been seeing on your blog are skinny.”

do you like to read other peoples writing? also was there a time in your life where you were more naive and idealistic? or have you always been grumpy?

I like very particular kinds of writing. The Idiot is an Idiot today because she wrote one of the most searingly painful and acutely self-aware things I’d ever read on Tumblr. Before I read that, she was just some chick who liked peppering me with asks, telling me I’m awesome and scary… after, she was an identifiable creature of interest.… Read the rest “do you like to read other peoples writing? also was there a time in your life where you were more naive and idealistic? or have you always been grumpy?”

I’ve just noticed after alllll this time that you don’t actually have any ‘bed time stories’ on your blog… or wait… are those scary, dark pieces of articulate writing what you deem as suitable bedtime stories for us ‘broken’ girls? Don’t you realise that our dreams might become a little disturbed? Or maybe in some cases comforted… hmm, actually just ignore my first observation I think I was wrong

Someone’s wanting attention, I see.

As it happens, I’ve got a couple ideas for PG-13 bedtime stories.

One of them’s about a little girl who dresses up as a glowbug and sneaks out of her bedroom window every night to fight crime using her powers of super-strength, crying, and being able to eat her own weight in cookie dough.… Read the rest “I’ve just noticed after alllll this time that you don’t actually have any ‘bed time stories’ on your blog… or wait… are those scary, dark pieces of articulate writing what you deem as suitable bedtime stories for us ‘broken’ girls? Don’t you realise that our dreams might become a little disturbed? Or maybe in some cases comforted… hmm, actually just ignore my first observation I think I was wrong”