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ReflectedTruths

@reflectedtruthsblog

Originally, a chronicle of the thoughts and evolution of a submissive. Now a bit more chaotic, like me. All of the writings posted (and not reblogged) are my own, and hence I own the copyright. I use the tag #reflectedtruthsblog to mark my original work.. You may reblog them intact with credits. 18+ only. My age = between 21 and 99
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ReflectedTruthsblog’s Indexed Writing Guide

Once upon a time, I wrote a few things.  Then a few more.  Eventually, I had written enough that I had trouble keeping track of it. So I made a handy little index for it.  

Enter Stage Left, Tumblr’s developers…  They made it nearly impossible to easily maintain the index on my phone app OR my computer.  Then, chatting with a follower who had contacted me about swapping their primary and secondary accounts, I had an epiphany. I had never created a second account…until now.  Hereafter, my index will be housed here, easy access for me (and you).  

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A - B, C, D - E, F - G, H - J, K - L, M, N - O, P - R,  S , TU - Z

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© reflectedtruthsblog 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020

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@timdurkan, From Seattle tonight - the rain might obscure the picture, but not the message. We stand with Ukraine 🇺🇦 #ukraine #WeStandWithUkrain

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Lion’s Mane Jellyfish, Bonne Bay Fjord, Gros Morne National Park, Newfoundland, Canada, 2012

Photographer David Doubilet

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Nothing worse than your grandparents asking if you’re bringing a boyfriend to the family’s annual deer hunt, and you getting a little ticked off bc you’ve been openly gay for the better part of a decade so you impulsively respond “no I’m bringing my girlfriend” and get a nice apologetic response but UH OH - you haven’t had anything resembling a serious date since before law school and that was like five years ago so now you have to pretend to break up with your alleged girlfriend right before the trip and act all sad about it the whole time which is definitely a much worse fate than just ignoring some vague homophobia, and now your cousins also want details and your parents are like wtf who the hell is this mystery girl, when ALL you really wanted was an excuse to quietly sit in a deer blind for a few hours in November, wrapped in blankets drinking spiked hot chocolate and pretending to look for deer.

see, I love where you’re going with this. my first thought was absolutely “ha I’ve accidentally written myself into a fake dating trope romcom”

but then my second thought was that “hey random stranger, can you pretend to date me during my annual family reunion deep in the backcountry of texas where my very white southern family will be hunting large game for population control and you will be seeing a lot of dead animal symbolism as they uncomfortably stare at you” is literally the premise of a Jordan Peele horror movie

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