I don't know what it is, love? Lust? A crush? An obsession? A delusion? Day dream? Nightmare? A complex distraction? or is it some part of me that longs and hopes that I may be deserving of love?

I've put you so high on a pedestal that I can no longer reach it myself.

My fingers bleed and fray, finger print unravelling like the fringe on old denim, as I so desperately try and try and try again to claw my way up.

You seem so distant, I, a remnant of fading friendly exchanges, I am still static, transfixed in times of past.

My hopeless grasp digging into my own heart strings, my illusory fall from grace.

This web of lies I've created for myself, soften the impact of reality, entertwined with my crimson flesh, an uninvited state of auto erotic asphyxiation.

Consuming my entire psyche yet I have yet to consume more then a minute of your time. Less then a fleeting thought. I wish to occupy your mind like you freely lounge in mine.

I. no longer see darkness, my eye close and I see what I can't have.

What I dont think I could bring myself to accept. Even if there was a chance I'd never take it. I would be greedy. Self indulgent. My mind already a wasteland, my human a unrepentant sinner. But what could I lose if I am already unredeemable to both God and the devil. My dignity? A futile snatch at the last pieces of remaining whole.

The grey is all I know and I'm afraid to leave my familiarity of my isolation. Trapped in a glass maze to save me from the plummet. A drop that not even the most rugged porcelain could come out unscathed let alone in one piece despite being stitched together with lacklustre gold.

hi sorry for everyone with really put together composed professional f/os it's VITAL you imagine them without that mask of perfection. if they're always dressed up you need to imagine them as day turns to night and ties are slanted or undone and jackets unbuttoned and dress shirt sleeves are pushed up in private. they normally would rather drop dead then be seen in this kind of state, but it's different when it's you seeing them. they don't worry as much about it, comfortable enough with your presence to let slip humanity through cracks and gaps (they've already stolen your heart by now, they jest, they wouldn't be foolish enough as to let go of it at this point.).

if its their demeanor, imagine how they let loose in that regard. maybe they get more playful, falling next to you on the couch just to throw their legs over yours in what is clearly a bid for attention, smirked words of how comfortable they are like this, surely you wouldn't push them off and leave them so depsaired and cold, right? maybe they're more sincere with their words, not having to keep them professional and strict, able to openly ask about you in manners so clearly caring and intimate. questions about how your day was, about anything interesting you've seen recently, about if you've got spare time for them to take up. maybe it's just sincere compliments and confessions of care whispered quietly but come off clear enough to break the sound barrier. or something like that.

[stolen from a really aggressive anti!✌️]

also sorry can we talk about how the fact cambion babies dont breathe/have a pulse until 7 or so??? and kill their mothers during childbirth like 80% of the time?? leaving their demon parent to be the caretaker which isn't likely considering they're not exactly the nurturing sort.

like no wonder these mfers rarely make it past that stage in their lives. they're like the pandas of the supernatural world until they reach double digits.

writing a trash twins fic because your actual irl sibling is driving you up the fucking wall

novel concept here, perhaps, but i think it would be super nice if the medical community in general started giving a shit about menstrual and other reproductive related pain beyond whether it affects someone's fertility or not. like someone please tell me why the only time my reproductive pain is taken seriously is when it relates to my ability to make a fucking baby, something i have absolutely zero interest in doing. why isn't the fact that i'm in pain reason enough to investigate further. why do i keep being recommended various forms of birth control as a blanket solution for my symptoms that nobody seems to care enough about to even attempt to investigate further. why does every concern i have about my pain get downplayed and swept aside in favour of reassurances about my fertility that i didn't ask for. why have i been running around in circles for more than ten years begging for someone to care enough about my pain to listen to me and do something about it. why.

Sanji: I don't even like them but I wanna save them

Luffy: that's my boy

I’m back at the, ‘I just won’t eat’ because there isn’t anything I can immediately grab and put in my mouth stage of things again. My blood sugar is taking a hit out on me as we speak.

told me parents i started T and the room CLEARED lol. love it here

instagram should be set aflame

Yall dont even know how badly down i was for this guy back in the day. Mf had me eating off the palm of his hand.

All I want is you. I need you. I crave you even though Ive never had you. I need to consume you. I need to feel you inside me. I need you. I want to feel like nothing I want you to look at me like I'm nothing but meat. Slap me, choke me please. Hurt me just let it be me to you. I'm begging.

bruh

the way i try so SO hard to gain even a crumb of body neutrality only to then see some shit on twitter that remind me that oh yeah. a distinct portion of the population genuinely believes they are being discriminated against when they have to look at or be within 50 feet of a fat person

Also, fun fact: my mum said we don't need to feed the insects we feed the gecko. You just don't need to! Wow wish I'd realised that sooner!

Trying to make my brain do anything today has just been case after case of 'well, half-assed is better than nothing I guess.'

girl......... NOT the realtor who worked for the couple who bought my apartment and jacked up the rent so much i couldn't afford to stay there adding me to his fucking email list without my permission