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Cowsphere Katelyn Rose - A Doll's Playground.
Public figures in internet culture that are predominately seen as part of the cowsphere community
>"im a private person"
>then makes several long ass public schizoposts talking about whatever is on their mind at the time instead of just communicating like a human being.
Which one is it?
It's called a persona and having fun? What's wrong is it turning you off?
I have absolutely no idea what Hellsing, all I know is the blondie is cute and it isn't related to castlevania.
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I'm a private person in the sense that I only share what I want to share, I still like to discuss things with other people but it depends on what - and I just don't like to share certain things, such as spoilers of projects I'm working on and the like until I feel ready to share those things. I'm not understanding what the problem is or if I did something wrong to bother you.
Doll
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I'm sorry,
I don't mean to bother anyone if I do, I just don't always share a lot of different things and really only post when the thoughts build up since it's a way for me to organize and understand my own thoughts better by kind of just blogging them out - I guess I could try to just do that on my website my then again I just figured it was alright whenever I posted whatever I'm thinking here and respond when I can.
I don't mean to bother anyone if I do, I just don't always share a lot of different things and really only post when the thoughts build up since it's a way for me to organize and understand my own thoughts better by kind of just blogging them out - I guess I could try to just do that on my website my then again I just figured it was alright whenever I posted whatever I'm thinking here and respond when I can.
There are two animes, one being a spin off with different ending plot, and a canceled mini series along with the manga. Also an abridged by team four star, the ones who did DBZ abridged. In case you run out of other stuff to watch.
Reason: The letter to the pope part is where I got my username.
thanks i might check it out
I'm being trolled.
I dreamt of a club house of three girls. It was a world of no kind to me in this cosmos. Outer dimensional and well meant. All 3 were of medieval design with bodies so petite and curvy on the chest. For I was laying next to the creek in this forest. They commeth to me in curiosity for whom I am.
A great attraction of my being fell upon them so deep. Before I knew it I was detained, restrained and tied with my hands behind my back. And before I knew it, they took me to a tree house of it's majestic appeal. Vines grew grasping the elder wood. Windows busted and shattered. A stair oddly traversing to the hatch. There I was, their maker as they communicated to me. There they called me master and giggled as they lead me forth to their sky dungeon.
It was then they had a board game on the floor, no technology, just a furnace and broken planks in some places of the floor. Tree growth throughout this tree house. It was then they sat me on this old couch with patches and age. It was then when the cloaks they wore, the hair they let down, their musky bodies were revealed onto me. The one with the short black hair touched both of my cheeks and kissed my lips as I was still tied. It was then they began to slowly take my pants off...
Then there was the morning of today that interrupted this amazing dream.
Why must I face this undeserving music? Please find we will you my moon girl. You walk the midnight hours in search for me don't you? We were born on the wrong planet. We were never meant to be human but here we are crying in a room. Are you those three I dreamt of? You are all in one and many of one. Your so complete aren't you?
Save me from myself...
I dreamt of a club house of three girls. It was a world of no kind to me in this cosmos. Outer dimensional and well meant. All 3 were of medieval design with bodies so petite and curvy on the chest. For I was laying next to the creek in this forest. They commeth to me in curiosity for whom I am.
A great attraction of my being fell upon them so deep. Before I knew it I was detained, restrained and tied with my hands behind my back. And before I knew it, they took me to a tree house of it's majestic appeal. Vines grew grasping the elder wood. Windows busted and shattered. A stair oddly traversing to the hatch. There I was, their maker as they communicated to me. There they called me master and giggled as they lead me forth to their sky dungeon.
It was then they had a board game on the floor, no technology, just a furnace and broken planks in some places of the floor. Tree growth throughout this tree house. It was then they sat me on this old couch with patches and age. It was then when the cloaks they wore, the hair they let down, their musky bodies were revealed onto me. The one with the short black hair touched both of my cheeks and kissed my lips as I was still tied. It was then they began to slowly take my pants off...
Then there was the morning of today that interrupted this amazing dream.Why must I face this undeserving music? Please find we will you my moon girl. You walk the midnight hours in search for me don't you? We were born on the wrong planet. We were never meant to be human but here we are crying in a room. Are you those three I dreamt of? You are all in one and many of one. Your so complete aren't you?
Save me from myself...
Sailor Troon
Baby Onion
I don't think Katelyn is a bad person. She is, however, way too perpetually online for my tastes. She also needs to relax and stop fishing for attention and asspats all the time.
My Balls
Baby Onion
Truly some Cutthroat Kitchen shit
What the fuck is grey connective tissue?
It's like an insect trying to reproduce.
Oh yeah I almost forgot!
Another dream but this wasn't sexually charged but very emotional.
So I was a writer for a universe of characters. It was time before I was born, like way before that. Hell it seemed like I was in the late 1800s. I wore suspenders, a flat cap, one of those fancy white shirts and wore circle framed glasses. But I also weirdly had a sense that it was present time like this was one of those reincarnation tropes.
I was at my desk with drawings of characters that I had to work on and scriptures for the cartoons. Doesn't make sense because this wasn't a concept yet for this time period. I wasn't busy, I was bored, had nothing to do and I lived in cabin in the woods. The first thing that came to mind were female characters though, so then I picked up a vintage pencil and started to sketch, before I knew it I drew two girls. Both of cartoon styles. One with short blonde hair and the other long black. They both had clothes that weren't concepts of this time period either. When I finished which seemed 3 seconds because dreams are like that, I got a knock on my door. It was one of the females I drew and she was in human form, reality form, not cartoonish. She was in midriff and she had rosey cheeks. I was dumbfounded for what I just witnessed and she grabbed my hand to lead me to the other one crying on the ground under the trees of this cabin I resided in.
The woods were darker, the grass were soft on my loafers and it was a late summer atmosphere. Hardly any sun was touching the floor of this forest that hugged the cabin. Once we reached the one with long black hair crying on the grass, the blonde told me to sit next to her as the blonde sat next to me. It was to my understanding I felt a very emotional connection with these girls that I just created from pencil and paper. It was just 2 ideas from thin air now connecting to my very soul. I asked the long haired why she was crying and her response was along the lines of warming to me as she placed her hand on my heart. It was something like "I can't believe it, I think you're here". She looked me deeply with her brown eyes as I felt the hands of the blonde hug me from behind. Nothing of this was arousing but very deep. I felt sadness within this joy for my intuition within this dream reminded me of the reality that awaits me when I wake up. And this dream was not lucid but automated. But feelings never before came about my mind and I was frozen in time.
As I woke I sat on the side my bed contemplating what I just seen. I had this strange complex that I was the father of what I drew, that I was godly for what I constructed. And I validated my imaginations even more. This feelings would soon leave me as I started to walk to go take a piss but while the feeling was still there, I felt like I could draw females and they appear. It was delusional to anyone else but it was so dear to me for that minute. That I'm doing nothing wrong but in order for something to take place like what happened in that dream. I have to be closer to my heart so when the time comes, I will have it happen on a day so sunny and bright, I'm not longer cold but warm but the touch of these females.
Another dream but this wasn't sexually charged but very emotional.
So I was a writer for a universe of characters. It was time before I was born, like way before that. Hell it seemed like I was in the late 1800s. I wore suspenders, a flat cap, one of those fancy white shirts and wore circle framed glasses. But I also weirdly had a sense that it was present time like this was one of those reincarnation tropes.
I was at my desk with drawings of characters that I had to work on and scriptures for the cartoons. Doesn't make sense because this wasn't a concept yet for this time period. I wasn't busy, I was bored, had nothing to do and I lived in cabin in the woods. The first thing that came to mind were female characters though, so then I picked up a vintage pencil and started to sketch, before I knew it I drew two girls. Both of cartoon styles. One with short blonde hair and the other long black. They both had clothes that weren't concepts of this time period either. When I finished which seemed 3 seconds because dreams are like that, I got a knock on my door. It was one of the females I drew and she was in human form, reality form, not cartoonish. She was in midriff and she had rosey cheeks. I was dumbfounded for what I just witnessed and she grabbed my hand to lead me to the other one crying on the ground under the trees of this cabin I resided in.
The woods were darker, the grass were soft on my loafers and it was a late summer atmosphere. Hardly any sun was touching the floor of this forest that hugged the cabin. Once we reached the one with long black hair crying on the grass, the blonde told me to sit next to her as the blonde sat next to me. It was to my understanding I felt a very emotional connection with these girls that I just created from pencil and paper. It was just 2 ideas from thin air now connecting to my very soul. I asked the long haired why she was crying and her response was along the lines of warming to me as she placed her hand on my heart. It was something like "I can't believe it, I think you're here". She looked me deeply with her brown eyes as I felt the hands of the blonde hug me from behind. Nothing of this was arousing but very deep. I felt sadness within this joy for my intuition within this dream reminded me of the reality that awaits me when I wake up. And this dream was not lucid but automated. But feelings never before came about my mind and I was frozen in time.
As I woke I sat on the side my bed contemplating what I just seen. I had this strange complex that I was the father of what I drew, that I was godly for what I constructed. And I validated my imaginations even more. This feelings would soon leave me as I started to walk to go take a piss but while the feeling was still there, I felt like I could draw females and they appear. It was delusional to anyone else but it was so dear to me for that minute. That I'm doing nothing wrong but in order for something to take place like what happened in that dream. I have to be closer to my heart so when the time comes, I will have it happen on a day so sunny and bright, I'm not longer cold but warm but the touch of these females.
It somehow looks worse than a canned burger.
Wait those exist?!
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