#Trapped

20 posts loaded — scroll for more

Text
liminalleesh
liminalleesh

Fuck you always interrupting me, walking away from me mid sentence, disregarding every single feeling or point I have and literally always having ‘I don’t know’ as your answer to every single question when I try to bring attention to your behavior. I have never felt such a lack of respect from a person who claims to love me. Someday I will have the strength and ability to walk away from you without falling flat on my face.

Text
teawithbuzzz
teawithbuzzz

Ugh, the agony of the cat stepping on your bladder when you have to pee.

Text
howifeltabouthim
howifeltabouthim

‘Why did you stay, then?’

'There was nothing else to do and nowhere else to go.’

Brandon Taylor, from Minor Black Figures

Text
k1ttyg1rl17
k1ttyg1rl17

don’t worry the ac is on (it’s not) she has water (zero sugar monster) and her owner (roommate) will be back soon!!!! (i can’t unlock the door from inside)

Text
whyamistillawake
whyamistillawake

got some awful news earlier

Text
spectacgurla
spectacgurla

Yearning for the impossible.

Text
ijunkiee
ijunkiee

I wish you could save me

Text
evenasmallcough
evenasmallcough

Last night
my sister went to the ER because a moth
crawled in her ear­—she could hear its wings
flapping deep inside her. It was sad,
she said, because she could tell
it was dying. The doctor flooded it out
with water. I wanted to tell you that, Lily,
tonight when the poets are gathering
& 265 more people are in the air,
dead. So I wish you were here, to lay
your ear against mine, hear
the hollow flapping in my head.

- Maggie Nelson, except from Dear Lily 11/12/01

Answer
voidgivenformofficial
voidgivenformofficial

You can take all the tea,,, if you want,,,,

Please,,,,,?

2/5

Text
strange-alien11
strange-alien11

Trapped

in the winter on my

ceiling my eyes the size of street-

lamps. I have 4 feet like a mouse but

wash my own underwear-bearded and

hungover and a hard-on and no lawyer. I

have a face like a washrag. I sing

love songs and carry steel.

I would rather die than cry. I can’t

stand hounds can’t live without them.

I hang my head against the white

refrigerator and want to scream like

the last weeping of life forever but

I am bigger then the mountains.


Charles Bukowski - Love is a dog from hell

Text
sensualretirement3
sensualretirement3

Trapped by your needs … captured by your desires … there will be no release until your legs are trembling and quivering with pleasure and can no longer hold their grasp on me…

Text
mudwerks
mudwerks
Text
tenth-sentence
tenth-sentence

The way was closing behind her.

“Deeper” - Jeff Long

Text
financesbuilder
financesbuilder

Vladimir Putin, trapped by his own logic of war

Vladimir Putin, trapped by his own logic of war
Introduction
Four years after launching his war against Ukraine, Russian President Vladimir Putin finds himself trapped by the very logic he set in motion. What began as a “special military operation” aimed at “denazifying” and “demilitarizing” Ukraine has spiraled into a prolonged conflict that has defied his expectations and undermined his…

Text
ilovemuchph2
ilovemuchph2

I woke up feeling cold. When I opened my eyes, I was sitting in what looked like a restaurant kitchen.

The head of human resources was sitting on a wooden bench.

I knew immediately that she was right because I was still dressed the way she described.

“Why did you allow this?” I asked.

“I thought it would be fun to have someone who would do exactly what I say,” she replied, clearly satisfied.

“I think you’ve picked the wrong person!” I said, still confident. She handed me her phone, and I immediately knew she was right and I was wrong.

I put my hands to my face. I felt something, so I looked at it. “As you can see, our boss has agreed to it as well,” she said with satisfaction.

She showed on the next foto how it happend.

I’m sure you’d rather not have these images shared, especially since you first came across as a sissy and later as an accomplished sissy helping someone de-stress.

So from now on every workday, you will come and go to work as a husband. In the morning, the girls and I will transform you into our secretary, and you will remain in this role for the rest of the day. In the evening, you will return to who you ‘originally’ are. There will come a time when you have no choice but to surrender, and then you will be completely mine and serve me all day long.

I feel she is right, but how long can I put it off?

Text
jirikaray
jirikaray

I’m trapped. I’m trapped within myself. Trapped in a prison of my own making.

I tried escaping but it just wrapps and morphs itself around me. It’s keeping me inside. And i’m loosing, myself. Everyday i’m loosing bits and pieces. I’ll loose myself.

Eventually there will be nothing left of me. At least the joyfull side. The side that wants to do stuff, explore the world. Live.

And it shows. I can’t comunicate. I have no desire to do stuff. Or not alone. And i have no friends. Not real ones anyway.

And the one i love, the relationship has grown cold. Frustrating. On both sides. Life has hit us down. I never thought it would destroy us. But it does. Slowly everyday. We are here together in the same room, the same home. But it feels miles apart.

Everytime i bring up something to do outside i’m met with indiffrence. But everytime i’m asked what i want to do, and i have no answer i’m met with frustration. No ambition. No plans in life. But thats not true. I just can’t afford it. You can’t afford it. I know. But it makes it so much harder.

We’ve grown apart but we’re dependant. At least financialy it seems. I hate that so much. I hate that we can’t bond anymore. I hate that i feel so much love and so much hate for everything.

I’m in a prison of my own making and i can’t break out. I know i’m not fine. I know you are not either. But i miss how it used to be. I miss having that stable life. I miss having time and money to do stuff, together.

We’re not fine. And i don’t know if we’ll ever be. I don’t know if we’ll make it.

I’m trapped, within myself and i can’t break out.

I’m trapped, in a prison of my own making. Please help me out.

Text
howifeltabouthim
howifeltabouthim

No matter what he did, though, he could not leave.

Brandon Taylor, from The Late Americans

Text
howifeltabouthim
howifeltabouthim

‘Why do you want to be this way forever?’

'I don’t want … It’s not about wanting. Some of us don’t get to want.’

Brandon Taylor, from The Late Americans

Text
donkey176
donkey176

The kitty has a new toy trapped and ready to play with.

Source: @femdomfavourites

Text
howifeltabouthim
howifeltabouthim

… how do you share a place, even with yourself?

Lauren Rothery, from Television