#but..

and sometimes im browsing tumblr dot com and physically recoil because someone did some mischaracterizing so bad it’s left the train from plausible-and-harmless ville and it is on route to pmo-no-reading-comprehension town…..

need someone to make me drink until i can’t anymore, then press onto my bladder. need someone to make fun of the way i squirm and let out small, breathy moans trying to fight off the need to pee with the pressure.

need someone to force me to grind on them as they get more agressive, punching onto my bladder or scaring me so i can release from fear alone. need to be degraded and praised at the same time when i finally can’t take it anymore.

when i’ll find me again… i’ll never let her go

no bc are they really gonna make the eddie chris episode abt buck’s insecurities bc like ok mayb im on board w u guys and pointing out how they keep putting eddie aside….

the bagofmice blog is soscary im never going there again

Im almost. Scared to sleep tonight

Ive been having nightmares recently

juli… what are you plotting.

genuinely So baffling to see someone talking about the importance of art and of the process and of the Passion that has to go into it. and then recommend genAI for ideas. like ? ma'am ? didn’t you Just say-

in my dream last night i was like ‘ohhhhh no wonder why ive been so itchy and allergic recently, how could i not connect it, i live with a cat!’

so going into my day this morning i was feeling like shit but in the back of my mind was like ‘well at least i understand now’ til i investigated that thought and well. that is simply not true i am not currently living with a cat…

ellis brainrotted but i hate my art so much that I can t have it as my theme without getting a little pissed

gonna start putting my lowkey kms notes under breaks

i was in a 2 year long relationship filled with emotional abuse and a terrible traumatic breakup to where i thought they killed themselves on call and spent the next few months afterwards getting stalked by them as i was still absolutely heartbroken and distraught. and this feels lightyears worse than anything i ever felt then. i could not have imagined feeling this way in any post relationship period i’ve had in my wildest most nightmarish dreams. and it’s only based off of a few months. think it’s safe to say i cared, chat. god, i wish i could erase my ability to care besides for animals. i would rather have never loved anyone at all in my life, and i’ve had some wholesome lovings, than to ever go through this again, or to even continue feeling this way for a second longer.

Jumping at every fucking sound possible. My ptsd is triggered like all hours. God it’s so hard

@karmamira INCEST LIKER INCEST LIKER INCEST LIKER🗣🗣

i think it’s interesting how much the human brain is a creature of habit. because, really, this should all be very simple, right? they’re not here anymore. that’s all. but no, everything done without them is rewriting what we thought we knew about our daily routine. i can feel every neuron pathway firing off and rerouting. and it is excruciating.

Manousos Oviedo is the only sane person left on the earth and I stand by that.

Woller and Stu shining brighter than all the stars in the night sky combined? I fucking know that’s right

We love scrolling past stranger things spoilers at the speed of light

they said they’d wanna live with me..

love the joke where people pretend to find gr63 actually physically attractive

love the joke where people pretend to find gr63 actually physically attractive