its 10pm and i am still fucking Stuck here waiting pls End My Suffering
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It smells like my roommate is cooking spaghetti and, like, I can’t even eat spaghetti, but MAN, I want to fuck up a plate of spaghetti so fucking bad rn
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I have this problem where, if I really like A Food, I would like to eat a million of the Food. It is an exceptionally bad idea, with my poor digestive tract, to eat that much. But I will make sad faces and peep like a sickly baby bird in an attempt to make More Food Happen.
Crispy tacos often cause this problem. Not all of them; some I will eat once, disdainfully, like a tiger given kibble. But other times, it is Incredibly Vital that I get More Tacos In Me. And my body is like “haha! you’re sure enjoying those tacos bud. Maybe uh. Maybe slow down? Oh– okay no you got another one. Well we’ve got plenty of– no? Another one? Buddy please, I don’t know where to– oh my god why are you doing this” because brain is like “YES HAHA YES, CRUNCHY CRUMCH FLAVOR” and just gets. Fixated on having More Sensation.
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I just love when I decide to starve. Again. Only, I eat a little bit so people don’t worry. But quite frankly, eating sometimes sickens me.
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I hate my stomach.
One time im good₊⊹
One time im not
One time im hungry₊⊹
One time i want to throw up
One time im very very good₊⊹
One time AHHHHHH NAUSEOUS
One time my life is like heaven₊⊹
One time my life is HELL
One time i eat₊⊹
One time i cannot!! (ﾉ｀Д´)ﾉ
One time i eat all my plate₊⊹ (medium)
ONE TIME I CANT EAT MORE ･ﾟ･(●´Д｀●)･ﾟ･
One time i eat very good₊⊹
ONE TIME MY BELLY DONT WANT EAT MUCH WHEN I WANT
LET ME EATTT AHHH
My life is like a tourniquet with STOMACH
[Ps: Might be dyspepsia]
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My stupid fucking brother ate all the fucking left overs, im shooting him than myself
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this was insane, like tashi was really eating good.
tashi coming home after a run to see art laying there in bed on their day off, ass perked up in his tight briefs like he doesn’t know what he has.
she smirks at him feeling a heat pool below her. that ass deserves to be worshiped.
she climbs onto the bed and grasps his left cheek as she leans down to his ear and whispers “morning sweetie.” and kissing his cheekbone.
art stirs in his sleep, not being a morning person at all. he responds to her with a small hum.
tashi’s hand moves to pull down his briefs, letting the cool air hit his skin. art opens his eyes and leans up, sleep still overtaking him. “what are you doing?”
“shh it’s okay, lay back down.” her hands trial over his back and down to the curve of his ass. so round and plump as if he had work done. but of course he’s all natural and that just make her more feral.
she slaps him to see it jiggle, earning a slight whine from him. she uses her hands to part him, seeing his tight pucker, smooth and pink. she leans down and licks right at the hole.
art’s head turns into the pillow, muffling his moan.
tashi’s tongue works him, tasting his skin and the vanilla soap from his shower. she could get lost in him.
“i still don’t believe that patrick never fuck you. he could not resist an ass.” tashi growled.
art’s words of protest were cut off when he felt her tongue breach his hole, pushing inside and making him throw his head back and releasing a loud moan.
his dick rutted against the bed, red and weeping as he pushed back onto her tongue.
tashi’s hands groped hard at his cheeks as her face dived into him further. her pussy soaked her panties from the sound and taste of art.
his whines picked up, louder and longer as he felt his pleasure creep up on him. she replaced her tongue with her fingers, pushing inside of him and curling up.
“you like being fuck art? are you a fucking whore?” tashi degraded him. art’s eyes prickled with tears as two of her fingers pumped inside of him at an erratic speed. his mind went fuzzy with pleasure, feeling her fuck him with her saliva slicking him.
his hips moved in time with her thrusts. his head landed back down on the pillow, but with her free hand tashi pulled his head up by his hair.
“you wanna come?” he nodded furiously.
“you have to earn it.” she whispered, her voice like honey in his ear. he picked up the pace of his hips, feeling her abuse his prostate as his cock rubbed against the sheets. he felt so overstimulated.
“please… please…” he begged, voice so high pitched and whiny tashi felt she could come just from hearing it.
she smiled, crooked her fingers up hitting the soft spot just right. art’s body shuddered as he spilled onto the bed hard. his release smeared onto the sheets and his tummy as he came.
tashi took her fingers out of him as he finished, hearing his heavy breathing as he came to.
she stared at his ass again, pushing his cheeks apart to see his pucker red and abused. she leant down to leave a kiss at it, making art whine again.
she could do this shit all day every day.
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me with my two tasks that will take most of the afternoon: I can manage this
my mom, forgetting about my tasks: here’s another task
my sister: hey let’s make this one activity you thought would be fun last an extra hour after you’re done and are not having fun anymore
me: … Ok ToT
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im gonna open commissions soon I just gotta do the reference thingy but im prolly gonna do like 5$ for a fullbody drawing w just lineart, 10$ for a colored fullbody, and 15$ for a fully rendered one. not sure tho but I need money for food soooooo imma open em up
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a re-drawing I did of croissant bird
he’s definitely something? Maybe a bird? It’s hard to say
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Ugh, I know I need to eat, but like… how do I convince this bratty little body to take something in? Starving isn’t sexy, babe, but damn, it’s hard to care when I’m feeling this empty and dizzy. Any tips to seduce myself into actually eating?
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Ja nie wiem co mój psychiatra miał w głowie gdy przepisywał mi leki zwiększające apetyt na noc.
Jest godzina 00:31 a jak czegos nie zjem to mnie pojebie