It doesn't matter, a sincere and passionate little girl is not at fault
About
I'd rather have no soul, as long as you're happy. Height 177cm Weight 87kg Leo
InterestsModerate / Experienced / 7–10 yrs
Looking forChat, In real life
Dynamics
When you meet up with girls, do you change tools for each client? I'm really curious
On the second day of Lunar New Year, look at legs — smooth sailing all the way On the third day, look at 🐻 — fortune and prosperity
God will punish every greedy person
Before, when looking for an S I filtered strictly by IP, region, age, personality. Now if I find one willing to have a full set of all kinds of tools ready, I'd burn incense in gratitude
If someone liked me so much they wanted to keep me hidden away for themselves, even if only to imprison my body, I'd be happy to the point of madness. I have a deep obsession with morbid possessiveness
I don't know whether I actually like SM, or I like that when I act debased, someone loves me
I'm an extremely greedy person. I want you to need me, possess me, control me, love me, love only me
I don't know how to describe how good you are
No matter what, I'll hire someone to rub body lotion on me
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"I've been thinking about something lately." "What?" "Those relationships where you talk for a long time, and then it suddenly ends." "Suddenly ends?" "Not exactly suddenly. It's just... you talk for two months, three months, every day, about everything. Then one day, you send a message, the other person replies, but replies more slowly. You slow down too. Then you stop sending." "Did you try sending again?" "I tried. I sent a sticker, they sent a sticker back. Then that was it. Like two people in a room, separated by a door, slipping notes to each other through the crack in the door. Slipping and slipping, then the crack is gone." "Are you sad?" "Not sad. Confused. I don't know what those three months count as. We talked about so much, each other's lives, things from childhood, what we like and what we dislike. Those words were all real, I promise. But they seem to point nowhere." "Have you heard of the 'summer camp effect'?" "No." "A concept. It says some relationships are like summer camp. At summer camp you talk about everything, you feel you're the closest people in the whole world to each other. But summer camp ends, and you return to your own lives. You know the other person is still in this world, and you know you could get in touch, but you won't." "Why won't you?" "Because that kind of intimacy only exists inside that closed space. In summer camp there is no reality, only each other. But once reality comes back, you discover that those words, those laughs, those late-night confessions, once they leave that context, have no foothold." "So it was fake?" "No. It was real. It just happened in the wrong place." "What do you mean?" "Think about it — how much do you know about a person from summer camp? Do you know what he's like in real life? How he gets along with his family, what he's like when he's under a lot of stress, what's the first thing he does when he gets up in the morning. You don't know. You only know the him at summer camp. And the him at summer camp may also only be a summer-camp him." "So the one we love at summer camp is a person who doesn't exist?" "We love the version stripped of reality. No bills, no exhaustion, no day-after-day trivialities. Only the starry sky, only the campfire, only endless things to talk about." "And after returning to reality?" "After returning to reality, you try to move summer camp over. But you can't move it over. Because you discover that in real life he's another person. And so are you. You're not actors, you have no obligation to keep playing that role." "But you just said those feelings were real." "They were real. Just like fireworks are real. But you wouldn't ask why fireworks don't shine in the daytime." "But once the fireworks are over, they're gone." "Right. Once the fireworks are over, they're gone. But you remember them." "I don't want 'remembering.' I want it to always be there." "Then what you need is no longer fireworks. It's a lamp. A lamp is boring, but it can stay lit. The problem is, we often mistake fireworks for a lamp. We think it will keep shining. When it goes out, we feel cheated." "What about you? Have you ever had a summer camp?" "I have." "And then?" "And then I spent a long time trying to turn it into a lamp" "Can it be turned?" "It can't. Just like you can't turn a song into a table. They're not the same kind of thing." "What do you think now?" "Now I think summer camp isn't the problem. The problem is, when summer camp ends, we always think we did something wrong." "Didn't we?" "No. You did nothing wrong. Neither did the other person. You just walked into a space with an expiration date. The expiration date came. It's no one's fault." "So what should we do? Know from the start it will end, and not start at all?" "No. What I mean is......" "What?" "You should go to summer camp. Go properly. Laugh when you should laugh, say what you should say, get close when you should get close. But you have to know summer camp will end. When it ends, don't ask why. Don't try to win it back. Don't say 'what did those three months count as.'" "Then what do they count as?" "They count as three months. Three real months in your life. You said those words, he heard them. Those laughs were real. Those nights you couldn't sleep, someone was there with you. These things don't become fake just because it ended." "But you still lost him." "You never 'had' him. You were just, in the same stretch of time, present in the same space. You lit each other up for a moment." "Lit each other up for a moment." "Right. Like two people walking through a tunnel, with only one match in hand. The match lights, and you see each other's faces. The match goes out, and you keep walking. But you know that in this dark tunnel, for one second, someone was here." "Don't you think that's cruel?" "What's cruel is that we always want to turn a match into the sun." "Would you still start now? If you knew it would end?" "I would." "Why?" "Because the second the match lights up is worth it." "Even if it's only a second?" "Even if it's only a second." "Then do you think those relationships that suddenly end are failures?" "No. The failures are the ones that ended but you pretend they didn't. The ones where you've clearly each returned to your own lives, but you're still scrolling through chat records in the middle of the night. The ones where you try to use reality to prove that summer camp was real." "Have you moved on now?" "No. But I'm learning one thing." "What?" "Learning to let what has ended, really end." "How do you learn?" "Don't ask why. Don't dwell on it. Don't try to prove it happened. Put it where it belongs." "Where?" "On the day summer camp ended."
My weariness with this world comes precisely from the fact that you can exist anywhere in this world, yet it's so hard for me to exist by your side
Freedom is simply the most detestable thing in this world. Every inch of my flesh and blood, every breath I take, should belong to my Master
With some people the fate isn't that deep, but the influence is really not shallow
I really wish time would stop at this moment
Since what we have is already the deepest, there's no need to seek the most perfect
You are my God, mine alone
How could I be sad because one person's gaze doesn't linger on me? I must be crazy
I think in the future I won't become anyone's submissive admirer anymore