welcome to my blog! ♡
you can call me puppy or angel! ໒꒰ྀི > ̫ < ꒱ྀིა i’m 15, queer, and taken by my lovely wife <3 my pronouns are she/her!! ^-^
i’m diagnosed with major depressive disorder, generalized anxiety, anorexia nervosa, and cluster b personality traits. i’ve been dealing with mental illness my whole life.
this blog will be centred around my everyday struggles with said mental illnesses, i’ll be adding trigger warnings on a post when it’s necessary :3
i’m hoping to find a safespace here for me to freely share my experiences, thoughts, and struggles without being judged! ૮₍。´ᴖ ˔ ᴖ`。₎ა
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tik tok is so toxic and i’m not sure what gave children and adults the audacity to say what they do in those comment sections but when i tell u i ABHOR it . it is so extremely backhanded and false positive that it makes me so anxious about my body . like the amount of people who are like “making sure there are no backhanded compliments here 🤨” like oh my god ??? why would u say that ??? if i posted my body would there be comments like those ? it’s literally just a body . why do we have such opinions on other peoples bodies ????? literally WHO . CARES . GET A HOBBY .
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I don’t know how to do this anymore. I don’t know how to get better. My head is a dark place and it only gets worse, day by day. and I have no idea how to stop the darkness from coming in. I have no idea how to save myself anymore.
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☀️ why is buying little things in public so hard? like the cashier lady doesn’t care in the slightest that I’ve purchased bread and a teether blanket but I feel like I am being judged through my soul and she knows what I am
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thinking this evening about robots (as usual of course) but specifically those robots who have no genitals, nor desire for them, nor really any way to experience pleasure in a "human" way. maybe they're work bots not made with sex in mind, or building-sized supercomputers with no sense of touch outside of user interface areas.
thinking about intimacy with a body (or bodies) that love in a slightly different language. metal hands holding warm flesh, digging in, with the power to tear away but the care and restraint not to. a comforting voice that surrounds and whispers sweet nothings while rooms of servers and screens hum and pulse with want want want.
will you pry away its chassis and adore its insides the same way it adores yours? tangle your fingers in its wires, pull them a little when you bring your hand away to caress its face? it's the trust it takes for it to let you in so close to its heart that makes you shiver. trace the grooves in its body, so precise and intentional in their placement; find the place where it falls apart and speed up the process.
listen to its voice glitch and skip while it tries to relay what you're doing to it. hear the mechanical keening when you reach its central processing arrays, every brush of your skin on its metal sending its thoughts into a hazy, static-filled loop of touch touch touch.
you're who gets to see it like this. who gets to make it fall apart. it's a thrill like nothing else.
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i need someone to face fuck me violently and then ruin my holes to help stop me from overthinking
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