31, ginger, pansexual, non-binary, they/them DMs are for mutuals only. This blog is 18+! I block blank blogs.
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As I gaze at the structural column in Copley Station, cracked nearly in two and held together with zip ties that have been carefully painted over to match the column underneath, I feel my soul intertwined with that of a small Italian boy of days gone by, who also stopped to look up at a large, groaning, newly painted tank full of molasses
like, it's okay to hit me. it really is! and you'll hurt me, that's fine, and if i break and bleed, i'll survive, i'll heal...
i'll still love you, too, i wouldn't let you hurt me if i didn't. i'll love you more for hurting me. i'll appreciate you more, i'll thank you!
and i know you need to let it out, so you can let it out on me, where it's safe, where it's okay, where it's wanted and liked.
and yeah, you wanna push someone past the pain they 'like' and do the stuff that'll really hurt, and like, i crave that kind of pain too. make me cry, make it hurt, because i want to feel that too. you want to satisfy yourself until i'm a broken mess, that's fine too, because i want to be broken, i want to be dismantled!
and afterwards, well there's aftercare and stuff. you can be horrified, but i'll tell you it's okay! i'll tell you that i'm fine, that i'm okay. you're not a bad person for wanting this and even though you hurt me you haven't harmed me. i didn't just let you hurt me, but i asked you for it.
i'll tell you again and again, it's okay to hit me, it's okay to hurt me.