Monsterfuckers Will See An Unfuckable Monster And Dream Of Ways To Fuck Them

puppy play but halfway thru i suddenly start barking and run off into the woods faster than u can keep up with. u quickly lose sight of me. u call out my name and whistle to no response. u walk slowly in hopes of hearing where i may be but its dead quite. my barking stopped some distance away. it was getting dark when i ran off but now its pitch black. against ur better judgment u leave in hopes that ill come back of my own accord. 3 days later uve given up hope. ur printing out lost dog posters when u hear scratching at the door. u open it to see me. u lunge forward and hug me so excited i came back. immediately upon being back u feel like somethings off. i look and sound just like me. but i walk around the house like i hadnt been there. i refuse to eat anything even treats. and when u look at me u get the sinking feeling these are different eyes staring back at u. almost as if theyre seeing more than usual. u initially write it off as just being due to stress of being in the woods alone for a few days. but one day in the middle of the night u hear a scratching. u think its me but im asleep on the floor by ur bed. u walk out into the hallway. u follow the noise to the front door. under the sound of scratching is whining. my whining. u swing open the door to a barrage of licks and headbutts. the joy u get from seeing me immediately sinks into a gutteral fear as u realize the dog that came back. the dog uve spent a week sleeping next to. was not me. but some kind of imitation. i start snarling. then whimpering. u dont need to turn around to know what was standing behind u. u pick me up and run as fast as u can. stomping footsteps way too close behind u. and then. nothing. u turn around just in time to see the thing that was once imitating ur dog lurch into the woods. it lets out one final bark in my voice. then disappears into the trees. and then we like. have sex or something

...She alone will stand against the conservatives, the sexism, and the angry parentals. She is the blue dog.

In every generation there is a chosen one…

I made one post with one tag about having issues eating, and now my feed is full of photos of really thin women listed as 'inspiration'. Does anyone know how to block these tags, because I really don't need this right now.

Someone tear my uterus out and give it to those in need of one. This shit does nothing but cause trouble.

What do you mean that for a week before I bleed, I get to have extreme anger and mood swings, borderline hospital trip worthy thoughts, extreme nausea, dizziness, migraines, and more

THEN I bleed nonstop for a bit over a week while still feeling a lot of those symptoms.

Get this thing out of me I don't want children, my family genetics are too fucked and I'd probably traumatize it. I have no use for this organ and the torture it brings get it out of me.

The oddity of a theatre kid's notebook while she is trying to memorize lines on a time crunch