bitches be like can i call real quick to say goodnight and then proceed to stay on the phone for an hour and half (im bitches)

Starting to think equating all my self worth to what strangers on the internet who wouldn’t spit on me if I was on fore think about my writing was a bad idea

Oh wait I haven’t eaten since breakfast have i

O shit time flys when u scrool thru gay shit on the hellsite

guy who was gonna post art for her birthday and started organizing her toyhouse instead

My bad

My bad y'all I manifested a little to close to the sun. I was hoping Ben would start his stream late so I wouldn’t miss anything and ummm

Did I cause this???

I’ve been manifesting a late start since last week

My bad….

I like how I’m like “I’ve been busy” and most of the time I spend is sleeping or going to the doctor because I’m disabled.

½ of the first iron lung eden bracelet resin is poured— i’m using tiny ivy leaves and whirligigs because i can’t find small enough maple leaves, so ivy will have to do

For a long time, I have been my own best company, my own steady hand. I don’t call it loneliness, I call it a self contained world. I think my thoughts into the quiet until they make sense. I take my problems, dismantle them like old clocks, and put them back together until they tick correctly again. I don’t need a witness for the work. In fact, the work feels holier when no one is watching.

But sometimes, the air gets thin. Sometimes, a word slips out, a piece of the clock, a fragment of the map. And suddenly, I am standing in the light, feeling raw and uncovered.

The moment I tell someone how I feel, I regret the sound of my own voice. It feels like a betrayal of the sanctuary I’ve built. I feel small, exposed, and draped in a shame I didn’t invite. I see the look in their eyes, that tilt of the head, that soft, heavy pity. And I want to take the words back. I want to reach into the air and shove them back down my throat.

So, I laugh. I turn my heart into a punchline. I make it light, because to me, it is light. I’ve already carried it miles. I’ve already figured out the weight. But when they look at it, they see a burden. They see a “weakness” where I only see a process.

I go back to my notebook. I go back to the pen, where the paper never gasps and the ink never judges. Writing is how I breathe without making a sound. It’s how I sort the wreckage without having to explain why the ship sank in the first place.

I want to be known, I think. I want someone to listen. But I don’t want to be handled. I don’t want to be “fixed.” I just want to be able to stand in the light for a second without feeling like I’ve lost my skin. I want to find a way to let someone see the fortress without feeling like I’ve surrendered the keys.

sigh yeah I shouldve expected a headache

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Kingdom Come: Deliverance (Video Games)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Katherine (Kingdom Come: Deliverance)/Jan Žižka
Characters: Katherine (Kingdom Come: Deliverance), Jan Žižka
Summary:

Katherine gets a gift from Zizka.

(One shot, may grow)

Using Veet on my legs (cuz I’m lazy and chronically in pain so regular shaving takes too much outta me) and forgot to set a timer. Here goes, I guess.

“My perfect girl, I love that you let me use you over and over again like this. I love that you need it, that it gives your shaky little hips a purpose. My. Fucking. Beautiful. Perfect. Girl.”

While he pumps his 3rd load of the night into me with his arms wrapped tightly around me so I’m blissed out, cock drunk, and completely at his mercy and under his control 🥹🥰🤤💞

‘Whys it always yous 10/10s that are fucking weirdos man’

Ok well first of all, thank you ☺️

craving a certain kinda homoerotic tension where i’m the vampire and caught by a vampire hunter and he’s kinda the smart bookish type and wants to study me to understand our kind better. takes me back to his place and keeps me there in a muzzle and occasionally he messes with my mouth and looks at my teeth. poking and prodding me and he’s a kinda mean about it.

Me? I am your vision of Clark Kent’s Tumblr? I am honored. A little bit surprised, honestly, but incredibly honored. Thank you!!! 💚

was gonna post something cool, but i forgot

Played Pokémon for the first time in like a year. I forgot how terribly over leveled I was for where I was in the game because I had too much fun in the wild areas lmao