Adults Hysterically Laughing Out Loud Set Of Cartoon Characters With Laughter And Giggle Spelled In Text By topvectors

awww, you think you can make me jealous? that’s adorable.

I have a gentle, sweet disposition.

I’ve been known to expose my claws on occasion, but they retract quickly enough. But for the most part I am a harmless fluffy kitten that fails miserably at intimidation. Ah, well. Nobody’s perfect.

That wholesome, slightly exotic but mostly friendly girl next door look has seduced some into believing me a pushover, as well as a kind heart.

Men question the lack of jealousy. Women try to rouse it from me (and succeed in small part). I went through a recent experimentation with jealousy and snapped at the unfortunate soul who attempted to play games with me.

But truthfully, it’s more funny than anything. Really. You think you can step in between my master and myself? You believe that you can get in get him to leave me for you? The mother of his children couldn’t (God knows she’s a monster, but she is the mother of his children). My little ones will plot your murder if they think you are trying to hurt me (just kidding. mostly. I hope.)

What on earth makes you think you have some special leverage?

But go on, do try. Please. I could use a laugh to help me sleep at night. Been a little stressed and on edge. Mocking idiots like you will help relieve that stress.

Wanna give it a shot?

dead kitten on the rainbow bridge of paradise By adrenalinapura

sweetness of many loves, OR what I love about love, the


is she, the kitten showered with love
sent from her ever faithful kinky guardian angel
this kitten must be adored, spanked, and seen
smiling from her boudoir in the clouds,
telling her, “be safe, little kitten, and be loved.”

she loves

how love feels
awash in love, it warms her from within
lifts her higher than she believed possible
wraps her tightly through the dark night

she knows

her master in every way, as he knows her
she does not know which she loves more
the way he loves her, intimately, wholly, without judgement, or
(except to guide her to be the better version of herself)
the beautifully unique way in which he loves another woman, or
her own love for the strange, gorgeous woman in her bed, or
the friend with whom she shares a deep love

comparison is the thief of joy– and of love

it is beautiful
how she loves him
how she loves her
and her

as if an angel

falls into her lap
(even if they fly away again, the time spent was invaluable)
she loves that he loves her in a way that frees her, rather than traps her

love is pure
essential, invisible,

love is hers,
and she savors it as often as she is given a taste

All you need is love - glowing neon inscription phrase on dark brick wall background. Motivation quote in neon style By generationclash

love is not enough: part one: words are not enough

I’ve spoken on this before. It’s the most important lesson my mother ever taught me. Love is not enough. So of course I have rather a few thoughts on the matter. The first is this:

Saying “I Iove you” is not enough.

What if one could hear the words and know they were sincere? I wish it worked this way, as it’s a nice idea. But it isn’t. Of all the questions I’ve gotten about my crazy psycho ex metamour, one is, “But does she love her children?” She says she does.

But how do you know if the words are real?

I cannot keep wondering. I used to…all the time. She would say them All. The. Time. Sometimes I believed her. Other times I did not. Drove me mad. Because there was no way to know. I’ll never be inside her head. I’ll never know. Thankfully, there are things I can know– as can you.

Do they treat you in a manner that makes you feel good? 

This could mean sadistic pleasure, even sadism without pleasure, whatever it is you desire. “Good” is quite subjective.

Do they keep their word, consistently? 

It’s impossible to have perfect follow through. But what matters is that they try…and mostly succeed. Because they don’t make wild promises they know they cannot keep.

Do their words match their actions?

What they say is nice. What they do is nicer. They can tell you they love you all they like, look to what they do for you (not in terms of ‘earning’ your love through gifts and quotas, but rather how they treat you, the quality of time spent with you, and the kind acts they perform for you).

Do they alter their mannerisms/behaviors in way that make you more comfortable over time? Accommodating each other’s wants and needs is a form of expressing love. My master is more affectionate with me than when we first met. I have learned patience. It makes neither of us “less” than ourselves, but rather more capable of showing love to each other in a way that matters.

Do they touch base and ask how they are doing with you?

It’s easy to say, “I love you.” Do they also ask you if what they’re doing works for you, i.e. asking if the word of affection they use are ones you like most or if the hugs they are giving are wanted? Love given should be love that is also desired. I may want to hug my munchkins, but it isn’t love if they do not want it in that moment. I need to express love on their terms, too, not only mine.

Love is tricky, sometimes, but it isn’t unfathomable. I stopped worrying if I’m loved, but rather how I am loved.

Perhaps it would be beneficial if we did this more often.

coeur By Bruno.Gilloots

everybody deserves to be loved, yes, that means everyone

It’s hard for me to believe this some days.

Most days, it feels like, anymore. I want to be good. It’s not very nice to think mean thoughts about another person. It doesn’t matter what they did to you, or to the people you love. It still feels wrong and mean and petty.

I do not want to diminish another’s trauma or abuse, either. That isn’t right. Their feelings matter more than those of their abuser. If I say that everyone deserves love, does that guilt them into forgiving someone they shouldn’t?

But it’s not about that.

I apologize for stumbling like this, but I need to get these words off my chest. I don’t want to hurt anyone. But love…love isn’t about forgetting or ignoring.

Love doesn’t mean that you have to spend time with them. Or that you even can, should you desire that desperately. Love doesn’t mean that you need to do something for them; nor does it mean you must when you have nothing left to give. Love doesn’t mean any of that.

I say everyone deserves love, not because they deserve a certain treatment, but because love is an endless, replenish-able source. The more we give, the more we receive. And no matter what someone has done, they should have that. When they have nothing else, at least they have a little bit of your love.

I cannot make anyone do something they don’t wish to do. I don’t even give love to everyone myself, but I try as much as I can. And to those I cannot love, well, I hope someone else loves them. So they have that, at least.

I only wish to say this:

Everyone does not deserve happiness.

Everyone does not deserve someone there for them.

Everyone does not deserve the unconditional commitment of their children, their partner, their family.

But everyone deserves to be loved.

Hand drawn lettering card. The inscription: be grateful every day. Perfect design for greeting cards, posters, T-shirts, banners, print invitations. By Камилла Хайруллина

thank you, master, for capturing my mind

thank you for capturing my mind

You say my body is a treasure. You touch it as if for the first time, each and every time, savoring the feel, the softness, the warmth. Your body is so warm, how is that possible, you say. You slap it, play with it like it’s a toy. You mark it with red lines and rosy pink splashes of color. At night, it transforms into your teddy bear.

But it is my mind that you desire above all else. My willing submission to your gaze, your tone that commands me to Do. As. You. Say. I am grateful you value my mind above all else. I am touched that you sought it out, even as you claimed my body for the first time. The body caught your eye, but the mind caught all that mattered.

thank you for making me feel loved

I do not lack for love in this little life of mine. Yet my stupid little kitten brain (she can be very smart and intuitive, but oh so dumb, too!) often tells me I am worthless, ignorant, and not deserving of love and respect. That you cannot possibly care for me.

But then you force me to confront reality. To see the love that comes from my family, my friends, my chosen ones, and, especially, from you. Each and every morning to when I fall asleep in the wee hours of the night.

thank you for giving me the world

I promise you that I do not lack in anything you can give me.
I have an abundance of love, affection, dedication, and joy. Sheer, unadulterated joy, giggling as if I were a child but with the confidence (such as it may be) of a woman. I trust that you will never tear me down, but only build me up.

You are there for me, as I had never imagined a person could be. I am your world, as you are mine– of a sort. But there is so much more to this world, and I know that you will never deny me any of it. Particularly the only parts that matter to me. Finding love and connection with fellow human beings.

Thank you for knowing I am a greedy little kitten that does want more– but never calling me selfish nor greedy for that desire.

Thank you for helping me find everything I could want and more. I hope to share it all with you!

Ocean Wave sunset sea surfing background By willyam

chasing the ocean, the ocean chases me

She is wild, unpredictable, but she calls to me and her voice is soothing and sweet among the crashing waves. She sings to me, sometimes it feels only me. Yet I know she is singing to any and all who dare to approach her.

I miss the ocean. It’s lovely to have water nearby, but it’s not quite the same. Of course it’s not just any lake. But the breeze doesn’t bring the lake’s scent to my scrunched up nose; I cannot swim with wild dolphins in a lake.

Sometimes the sea is playful. Other times she is demure; still others she is defiant, curious, lustful. Some days, she is rather tedious. Nothing happening, at least not that breaks the surface.

Always, she demands respect (always a lesson I should keep close to heart). She sings, whispers, screams, challenges, “Shall we play today? Will you step up, run up, can you handle me?”

I feel a bit hesitant. I am not strong enough to take on the sea, am I? It is lonely in the early hours of the morning. It is only me and a few stray creatures wandering about. I was told there would be much more vibrant life, but it is still asleep, I think.

I hope to catch a glimpse of something beautiful and rare in the water, but anything that lurks below is denying me the satisfaction. Beauty and mystery shows itself on its own terms, after all.

What she offers is alluring, but it is not a serene existence. I am aware her gifts come with a catch. She is as dangerous as she is awe inspiring. Am I willing to pay the price? Am I willing to mitigate the risk with my own caution? She accepts my counteroffer, such as it is, and tells me I am good enough for her.

Because I have found a home within her arms. I’ve created my own little bubble, my safe place. Whatever chaos reigns about me, I can always retreat to where I feel me.. Where I can let my inner demons prance about, with the knowledge that I can cast them aside for at least a short while.

This is the life I choose.

Broken paper heart By TAW4

love letter to a narcissist, a

Did you have to do this?
I was thinking that you could be trusted
Did you have to ruin what was shining now it’s all rusted

Oh, it’s so sad to think about the good times
You and I

‘Cause baby now we got bad blood
You know it used to be mad love
So take a look at what you’ve done
‘Cause baby now we got bad blood (hey!)
Now we got problems
And I don’t think we can solve them
You made a really deep cut
And baby now we got bad blood (hey!)

Did you think we’d be fine?
Still got scars on my back from your knife
So don’t think it’s in the past
These kind of wounds they last and they last
Now did you think it all through?
All these things will catch up to you
And time can heal but this won’t
So if you come in my way, just don’t

Tomorrow you’ll be thinkin’ to yourself
Yeah, where’d it all go wrong?
But the list goes on and on

And truth be told, I miss you (I miss you)
And truth be told, I’m lyin’

When you see my face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell
If you find a man that’s worth a damn and treats you well
Then he’s a fool, you’re just as well, hope it gives you hell

Now, you’ll never see what you’ve done to me
You can take back your memories, they’re no good to me
And here’s all your lies, you can look me in the eyes
With the sad, sad look that you wear so well

We’ll never get free
Lamb to the slaughter
What you gon’ do
When there’s blood in the water?
The price of your greed
Is your son and your daughter
What you gon’ do
When there’s blood in the water?

Beg me for mercy
Admit you were toxic
You poisoned me just for
Another dollar in your pocket
Now I am the violence
I am the sickness
Won’t accept your silence
Beg me for forgiveness

Round cut diamond on gradient background, sparkles, shadow, caustics rays. 3D rendering By Andrii

joy and peril of perfection, the

I am perfect.

Congratulations, me, achievement unlocked! ….except of course I am not. Perhaps practically perfect in every way.

But I am, in all sincerity, at the best I’ve ever been in my life. I am stable, secure in my values, know precisely what I want and need moving forward. I have more to offer than ever before. I am more compassionate, patient, etc. I am a pretty awesome girlfriend.

I’m also having the hardest time of my life finding a partner.

“But how is that possible?” you think. After all, common wisdom emphatically states that you ought to invest in yourself first, to make yourself as desirable a partner as humanly possible. Surely I’m more of a catch now than when I was a hot mess out of college with zero idea of my life. Right?

It’s true that I am more desirable (in my oh so humble opinion, naturally) than when I was, say, twenty. Or twenty-five.

I’m also much more rigid.

If someone were to join my life, they would need to accept hard non negotiables that didn’t exist in my twenties. Living the suburban life in my suburb. Three -not so small- ones, at minimum. A life that involves travel– but only to certain places the majority of the time, because certain locations must be prioritized. With a kinky mind that favors hedonistic play over sadistic (unless it is emotional sadism), and does not need rope or impact (at least not with me, they are free to seek that elsewhere, of course).

I’m neither an idiot, nor insane. I know how much of an ask that is. But that’s why I say being perfect isn’t always a benefit when seeking a partner you wish to join your life.

Because, you see, as you become more perfect, so do they. And there are so, so many ways to be perfect! But that doesn’t mean you can be perfect together. If you do not grow together, you end up, far too often, growing apart.

Of course, this all depends in what you are seeking.

The sort of relationship you want. I am much more desirable to someone who wants someone just like me, of course. Irreplaceable, you might say. But the chances of me finding that person decrease significantly as time moves forward. That is all.

I am also more desirable for comet relationships, casual, short term, whatever, I am pretty damn perfect the more I better myself. Just not for those who will be my rock, my anchor, like my master is to me.

I’m okay with that, as I’m primarily seeking wonderful connections with no need at all for them to sacrifice anything for me. Simply to be with me in the moment. Not to necessarily spend a life with me.

Perhaps, like myself, you already have someone. Or someones. “I don’t mind if I never find anyone else,” you think, “I can’t just wait for them, I need to move forward.” Which is quite fair.

But, fair warning, gentle friend. If you move forward alone, for long enough, you become perfect. Ultimately perfect. For just that one person.


Gatto alla finestra By chiarafornasari

what -exactly- are you waiting for, dear?

I understand hesitancy in romance.

I’m that way myself (now, hold on, friends who are raising their eyebrows, let me explain!). Yes, I might jump in bed rather quickly or strip first at a party. …but hold on for a moment.

When I first met my master, I thought about waiting to open myself up to him. He wasn’t right for me; I had strong feelings about his choice of other partners; I was a total mess and surely I wasn’t ready for someone to -see- me. Besides, I had all the time in the world, right? So I kept being told.

I wanted to come out guns blazing (or something like that, not a huge gun fan, sorry!)

I needed to be better first, if I was going to compete with the strong, beautiful women around me who had it “together.” The ones I knew that had someone. Surely their partner chose them as the gorgeous creatures I initially knew them as? Like the girls being prepared for their debutante ball, I needed to be ready for when the right person came along. So I could be like those women I so admired.

maybe. But that isn’t how it worked for -me-.

I don’t believe there’s anything wrong in taking it slow. Thoughtfulness is indeed a virtue. I love those who carefully consider whether any particular commitment is suited to them (especially parenthood!)

I also think if you’re waiting for love, you’ll wait a very, very long time.

Perhaps an eternity, or at the very least, a lifetime.

It’s so easy to find reasons to wait. “I’m not good enough for a partner.” “I’m not sure what I want.” But it’s okay to be less than perfect with your partner. It’s fine to discover what you want with them. Alongside them. Together. (Just be honest with them that you are still figuring it out and be prepared to, graciously, part ways if it turns out you aren’t as compatible as you’d hoped!)

That’s what it means to be a partner, for me, anyway. It means being the best for them, but also making mistakes together. After all, who else will help you through them like the person who loves (almost) everything about you? (Nobody loves every tiny thing about anyone, stop worrying about that, please!)

I didn’t wait.

I’m not exactly the most patient person in the world, for better or worse. I dove right in– mostly. True, I did not submit for three years. Three years??? Yes, but, well, for that I was not ready for quite a while. Some things -are- worth waiting for.

That person that is “right” for you is likely someone you see all the time. There’s no magical prince or princess in the wings– and if there is, they’re probably more focused on someone more accessible to them (sorry!).

The person for you is with you, or near you, or something like that. This person responds to your interactions. They don’t say, “Well, maybe another time” and then never bother to set anything up. They aren’t the ones you should be waiting around for.

So, why not take a bit of a chance?

Just– make connections. Talk to people. Go with them to the movies or sing karaoke. Do not think you need rush into any forms of play, anything you have instinctual red flags about. Do not think you need rush into any forms of play, anything you have instinctual red flags about.

Please don’t -wait- for them to come to you. It won’t happen (or it will, but on their terms, not yours). Post writings more than pictures (or at least some writings!). Follow people, don’t just let them follow you and hope one will rise to the top.

Meet them at parties, munches, wherever. Be interested in them. Relationships are about them as much as you. They’ll be less concerned that you are the “proper” weight than if you remember some special detail about them.

I’m still not “ready,” truth be told.

But I can’t wait to be ready, I’ve got too much to do for my partner, my family, my friends. I don’t have time to Pygmalion myself.

They say to be the change you want to see in the world. I wholeheartedly support that. But also,

Be the change you want for yourself, today.

Don’t wait for Prince(ss) Charming to do it for you.