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Song of the month ☆ Fire - Pointer Sisters

Welcome to my little corner

Hi doll! You can find lots of stuff here from my interests to web resources, stimulating media/asmr, nostalgic movies and games.

This site is my cyber love letter to similar dolls — I made this lil baby for 3 main reasons.

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Number one — my nervous system goes into full shut down when it comes to talking to most people close to me. I am neurodivergent and I understand some people will never understand me, so sharing feels like asking for a slap in the face. But here, I can share my thoughts with myself unbridled and to the dolls that pass through.

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Number two — I've been off Instagram for sooo long. Like, it's just for judging, commercialism, and consumption. It's dead. And I want to try and create a beautiful place where we swap Tumblrs, not Instagram — and we reply to each other not because we're dick-riding each other's posts senselessly, but because we have things in common.

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AND THRIDD — simply put, we all deserve the best thrift hacks, we all deserve to have product authenticity knowledge that is purposely withheld. Even the tiny acts like reading a diary — a simple act of connection can make you feel less alone, or even taking the tips I give you to make your own safe space or community. Everyone deserves a space <3

Check out the movie theater, my diary, sign my guestbook if you'd like, or just hang around! Love ya.

Wednesday, November 5, 2025

Supper sonnet

 

She left me at the table again just as i started laying out my fine cutlery, as soon as i'd folded the napkins into swans and set the salad plates, dusted the foyer, shined the silver, wiped the wine glasses ! There she never was texting me something along the lines of 


" I don't wanna pretend for people anymore, i'm going out alone. Maybe i'll want to get together later." 


Even though she asked for supper. Even though she wrote me letters saying she missed me and wax sealed them with apologies.


Even though after riding countryside she'd call me everyday. Probably to quench her boredom as she thirst for pussy or ruin.


Even though i know the insanity of this lady i excepted dinner. I excepted witty banter and full bellied laughs over the lull of a quartet. Handpicking the prettiest maiden for her to hold for the night. Our glasses overflowing with wine and stomachs full of intimacy.


I'm overjoyed she didn't come to supper. I'm well reminded why i stopped hosting.


With love,

Erie


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