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Posts tagged "anonymous"
Anonymous asked "My dearest, how long has it been since I have graced the inside of your ask? Far too long, my darling. I miss your letters of affection in return to my words of alluring admiration. I do so care for you, and your porcelain blushed skin. Your body is the pure form of the night sky. Would you like to know why, my beauty?"
Of course, I would!
Please, mysteriously romantic anon, sweep me off my feet…
Anonymous asked "I saw your post in the LNT tracked tag (because you quoted "Runaway"). Please don't do it. For Ninja, at least. Hold on a bit longer."
What a tenderheart you are. Thank you for taking the time to connect with me, whoever you are. You are so beautiful. So wonderful. It’s so kind of you to worry about me. I’m no one to you and you reached out anyway. I feel like this may be sounding insincere, but I am completely genuine.
It’s funny to me that post worried you. There are so many worse things I’ve posted lately. And all it did was get me more followers… Thank you so much.
But try not to worry about me. My life is promised to another. And that’s a promise I wouldn’t break for anything. Sometimes my mind gets the better of me. But I’m getting help. And my heart always reminds me of what’s important.
You really are so sweet. Thank you so much.
Dear Anonymous,
I didn’t forget you. Did you turn into a pumpkin at midnight?
Come back.
You don’t want to tell me who you are? You don’t want me to know you? What are you afraid of?
Anonymous asked “What would help? Would you write with me? Back and forth, tid bits. Words are beautiful tools and weapons for creation and destruction. We’ll destroy the pain and construct more hope for you, more beauty.”
Words can destroy hope and construct pain.
My best friend, who I talk to most, through text, has just informed me that we don’t really text. So we don’t really talk. So I don’t talk to anybody.
Where are you now, Anonymous?
I have work all day. It’s too bad I don’t know who you are. I could give you my cell number and you could text me to help rebuild hope. I would write with you. Back and forth, tidbits.
Won’t you tell me who you are?
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