So unfair there’s nobody here for me to lay on and listen to the heartbeat of while I fall asleep.

So hard to be normal when I literally have a heart inside my chest. What do you mean there’s a real, beating organ inside my chest that’s actively pumping blood through my body. Like, inside of me? At all times?? Pulsing??… (this is not an identity crisis, this is horny posting)

Every morning I wake up and I think. Where’s the blood? And nobody is answering this. 

Look, he kissed me with my own blood still on his lips. That’s practically a marriage proposal. 

I’m convinced there’s nothing out there better than the feeling of sitting with your own heartbeat after exercise. Out of breath and lightheaded. The distinct, intoxicatingly fast pulse in your chest and in your throat. The pounding in your ear. It makes everything feel simultaneously so dream-like and so very real, even if just for a few moments.

The sexual aspects of cardiophilia is fun to explore and very appealing to me, but the romantic side of me is so fucking obsessed with the intimacy of non-sexual cardiophilia

Like listening to and feeling a partner's heartbeat while they hold you, maybe it's a little fast because you both were laughing at some dumb shit together. Letting your partner kiss your wrist, your pulse against their lips. Kissing right where your partner's heart is while your head is on their chest sbhsjaiau

There's something about the softness of those moments to me that's so incredibly intimate, perhaps more intimate than the act of sex itself. Those small actions speak so much louder than words and if I had a partner to do any of that to me, I would probably turn into fucking butter

Destigmatization saves lives

Some "para neutral" people are absolutely deranged. "Yes, I know people are killing themselves because of stigma, but it makes _me_ uncomfortable to see posts meant to make people feel better!! Have you considered that?

i hope when i die all the maggots think my flesh is tasty