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Diary: phfantasists: Pietro Boselli by Ollie Ali – CR Men’s
Diary: phfantasists:

Pietro Boselli by Ollie Ali – CR Men’s

phfantasists: Pietro Boselli by Ollie Ali – CR Men’s

Diary: klausmann1906: “I am not going to continue these notes. I do not wish to survive this year.” Klaus Mann, diary on 1. January 1949. Klaus Mann commited suicide this year - on 21. May, 1949 
Diary: klausmann1906:

“I am not going to continue these notes.
I do not wish to survive this year.”
Klaus Mann, diary on 1. January 1949. Klaus Mann commited suicide this year - on 21. May, 1949 

klausmann1906: “I am not going to continue these notes. I do not wish to survive this year.” Klaus Mann, diary on 1. January 1949. Klaus...

Diary: seanklingelhoefer: Portland, OR 2019.Nikon 35ti | Kodak Gold 200
Diary: seanklingelhoefer:

Portland, OR 2019.Nikon 35ti | Kodak Gold 200

seanklingelhoefer: Portland, OR 2019.Nikon 35ti | Kodak Gold 200

Diary: Dear diary, day 367… by babblebam MORE MEMES
Diary: Dear diary, day 367… by babblebam
MORE MEMES

Dear diary, day 367… by babblebam MORE MEMES

Diary: Dear diary, day 367…
Diary: Dear diary, day 367…

Dear diary, day 367…

Diary: women-loving-art: Frida Kahlo, from The Diary of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait
Diary: women-loving-art:


Frida Kahlo, from The Diary of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait

women-loving-art: Frida Kahlo, from The Diary of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait

Diary: women-loving-art: ”Feet, why do I want them if I have wings to fly?” Frida Kahlo, drawings about her leg amputation c. 1953, from The Diary of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait
Diary: women-loving-art:
”Feet, why do I want them if I have wings to fly?”
Frida Kahlo, drawings about her leg amputation c. 1953, from The Diary of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait

women-loving-art: ”Feet, why do I want them if I have wings to fly?” Frida Kahlo, drawings about her leg amputation c. 1953, from The Dia...

Diary: Diary of a Quarantined Cat !
Diary: Diary of a Quarantined Cat !

Diary of a Quarantined Cat !

Diary: weltenwellen: Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947
Diary: weltenwellen:
Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947

weltenwellen: Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947

Diary: weltenwellen:Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947
Diary: weltenwellen:Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947

weltenwellen:Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947

Diary: Cat's Diary Dog's Diary Day 983 of My Captivity Dog food! My favorite thing! A car ride! My favorite 8:00 am My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre littie dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheiess must eat something in order to keep up my strength. 9:30 am thing! A walk in the park! My 9:40 am favorite thing! 10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! 12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing! 1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing! 3:00 pm - Wagged my tail My favorite thing! The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today i decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since this clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good litle hunter" I am. Bastards! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe... for now. Dinner! My favorite thing! 5:00 pm 7:00 pm - Got to play balll My favorite thing! 8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing! 11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing! mini phone dump
Diary: Cat's Diary
 Dog's Diary
 Day 983 of My Captivity
 Dog food! My favorite thing!
 A car ride! My favorite
 8:00 am
 My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre littie dangling
 objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other
 inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.
 Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear,
 I nevertheiess must eat something in order to keep up my
 strength.
 9:30 am
 thing!
 A walk in the park! My
 9:40 am
 favorite thing!
 10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My
 favorite thing!
 12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite
 thing!
 1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My
 favorite thing!
 3:00 pm - Wagged my tail My favorite
 thing!
 The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In
 an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
 Today i decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at
 their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts,
 since this clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they
 merely made condescending comments about what a "good litle
 hunter" I am. Bastards!
 There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight.
 I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the
 event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I
 overheard that my confinement was due to the power of
 "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to
 my advantage.
 Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one
 of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking.
 I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
 I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and
 snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly
 released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is
 obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe
 him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that
 he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective
 custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe... for now.
 Dinner! My favorite thing!
 5:00 pm
 7:00 pm - Got to play balll My favorite
 thing!
 8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the
 people! My favorite thing!
 11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My
 favorite thing!
mini phone dump

mini phone dump

Diary: Anonymous 08/03/19(Sat)00:42:45 No.53711001 Simple. I want to kidnap a woman and transform her. I want to find some random frumpy woman and knock her out, take her to a secluded area and lock her 169 KB JPG underground. I don't want to hurt her or make her suffer; her room will be nice, she'll get three square meals a day, for all intents and purposes it'll be like a vacation. But every few weeks I'll knock her out with gas and she'll wake up with some new operation done. Whether it be implants, lipo, or anything plastic surgery related I'll do this over the course of 6 months to a year, having her write in a diary about her new body and how she's learning to live with it. By the end she'll look nothing like what she used to, depending on my mood she might have gigantic beshine tits, or maybe a wasp waist. Either way I'll throw her back into the wild to live the rest of her life in a body that isn't hers and start over with a new girl. black-in-kansas: edgarallenbroe: the-mighty-birdy: supreme-leader-stoat: the-mighty-birdy: officialfist: WELL IF THIS AIN’T THE MOST HORRIFYING THING I’VE READ IN A WHILE You’d think with the fact CyberSmith is literally under criminal investigation for child image content violation he’d think it not wise to act so debauched on Tumblr. He doesn’t strike me as the wise type. Me: Let’s see what’s going on with Tumblr todayFirst thing I see: *This shit*Me:
Diary: Anonymous
 08/03/19(Sat)00:42:45 No.53711001
 Simple. I want to kidnap a woman
 and transform her. I want to find
 some random frumpy woman and
 knock her out, take her to a
 secluded area and lock her
 169 KB JPG
 underground. I don't want to hurt her
 or make her suffer; her room will be nice, she'll get
 three square meals a day, for all intents and
 purposes it'll be like a vacation. But every few
 weeks I'll knock her out with gas and she'll wake up
 with some new operation done. Whether it be
 implants, lipo, or anything plastic surgery related
 I'll do this over the course of 6 months to a year,
 having her write in a diary about her new body and
 how she's learning to live with it. By the end she'll
 look nothing like what she used to, depending on
 my mood she might have gigantic beshine tits, or
 maybe a wasp waist. Either way I'll throw her back
 into the wild to live the rest of her life in a body that
 isn't hers and start over with a new girl.
black-in-kansas:

edgarallenbroe:

the-mighty-birdy:
supreme-leader-stoat:


the-mighty-birdy:

officialfist:



WELL IF THIS AIN’T THE MOST HORRIFYING THING I’VE READ IN A WHILE




You’d think with the fact CyberSmith is literally under criminal investigation for child image content violation he’d think it not wise to act so debauched on Tumblr.

He doesn’t strike me as the wise type.

Me: Let’s see what’s going on with Tumblr todayFirst thing I see: *This shit*Me:

black-in-kansas: edgarallenbroe: the-mighty-birdy: supreme-leader-stoat: the-mighty-birdy: officialfist: WELL IF THIS AIN’T THE M...