/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>>49117649
rosemi and king

>>20316893
Yeah you described it well milliepede anon, it's easy for some people to say never give up on love when you're pretty much on the same playing field as everyone else and can just chat up random strangers. When you're like some of >us in a situation where you'd need years of growth and self-improvement just to reach a state where not only would a woman want to date you but you'd be able to afford it and have a stable mental state where she doesn't find you creepy it's kinda pointless to keep trying.

Eventually you acknowledge that you're just different from everyone else and need to carve your own life built around coming to terms with your solitude. Can't do 90% of activities normies do because you'd look creepy or weird as a 30+ year old male or at an amusement park or having a picnic at the park or eating at a upscale restaurant. Better to just stay at home and pick up solitary hobbies where you don't have to be exposed to the reality of just how isolated you are.

Rosemi. My love.

Imagine studying biology and gardening for years, intent on reaching your one goal no matter what happens to you. Imagine spending twelve hours a day or more engrossed in studying hefty textbooks and obscure science articles. Imagine slowly coming to sense the nature of nature, then slowly gaining the ability to govern it. Imagine constructing a giant sophisticated planter that takes the entirety of your room, sleeping in your kitchen so you don't disturb the CO2 balance. Imagine ordering dozens of seedlings and tending them religiously for months, skin on your hands irreversibly soaked with soil and fertilizers, but powering through it all with your intent to reach your goal. Imagine that after calling out in an unspeakable language for days at a time, you feel a faint voice answer. Imagine almost not believing your eyes as an unimaginable miracle of nature appears before your eyes. Imagine seeing a girl you've only seen in your dreams before graciously standing in her beautiful planter, regarding you expressionlessly with her pink eyes. Imagine her asking in a high trembling voice what miracle it is you wish for and what you are willing to give up to find it.
Imagine her shocked and slightly disgusted look when you look her in the eye and tell her your only desire is to lift up her extravagant dress and blow a big raspberry right on her tummy, making her laugh as if it was a joke for a second before trailing off as you maintain your gaze. Imagine her trying to unroot herself from the loose soil before discovering that silk ribbons hidden beneath the soil have trapped her until she fulfills your wish. Imagine her expression going from slight amusement, to disgust, to horror as she realizes that she cannot escape. Imagine looking at her with a serious expression that slowly becomes a perverted smile and stepping towards her as she starts frantically threatening you to inflict itchy scratches with her thorns if you dare touch her, without realizing that this is exactly what you want, until a look of tight determination crosses her and she begrudgingly allows you to approach. Imagine slowly lifting up the frilly hem of her dress and catching a glimpse of her incredibly soft, pale, smooth tummy and cute belly button, as the faint scent of an unearthly fragrance wafts into your nose. Imagine the sight of it filling your whole field of vision until your lips gently press against her belly and you hesitate for just a moment before blowing a huge PPHPHHFFFFFTTTTTTT right on top of it, savoring the feeling of your lips against the petal-like softness of her stomach. Imagine the sheer disgust and shame she would feel as a mere mammal makes her, the most beautiful and gentle flower on the planet, undergo such a humiliating act. Imagine her cheeks turning bright red as she vows to unleash the wrath of dragons upon you as you casually step back and tell her that you will water her later, opening a book and completely ignoring her. Imagine her spewing curses with her faltering voice as she squirms in her planter, face still bright red, while one hand unconsciously rubs her belly. Imagine suddenly hearing a voice you've never heard before proclaiming "Thank you for the fun show, thank you thaaank you" as voluminous laughter fills your apartments.