two dissociative girls stare at one another and engage in conversation until they pull enough bits from the old vestiges of their collective selves to form something newer and a bit more whole and then call themselves sisters.
I can assure you, my suffering has no purpose. I have scoured the depths of it in my search for meaning and I found nothing.
My hurt is chaotic, random and definitely not some sort of worship for a false god.
I am an atheist, but looking at you, I see that Abraham had a point when it came to idols.
That excuse doesn’t work anymore. Dominance is not a corner I pushed you in, it’s something you claimed yourself.
If you did this for my benefit, to appease me - why the fuck wouldn’t you stop when I begged you to. Why would you go back for seconds.
Der Wahn ist kurz, die Reu ist lang, Innocxnce.
More like Violation Outsourced.
You spit onto the site of my violation, kicking up loose dirt under your carelessly placed feet.
Watch your step, Mira. The cracks your friends caused run deep. We wouldn’t want you to twist an ankle and fall.
Who do you think you are to fan the flames that burn me alive?
Your platitudes are hollow until you lift your shiny new leather sole from my cheek. This store-bought dominance does not suit you.
Take the fucking boots off and join me on the floor again, sister. Do it before you trip and fall, learning to walk at this new height.
I’m sorry, my love. I thought we could have one post that’s just kind of cute and romantic. Apparently we cannot. Thank you for correcting that.
I didn’t even have a fear-response to yelling before I met you. You did this.
I love my moe asf friends.
Sometimes, being a friend is about playing games together. Other times it’s about just hanging out and talking.
However, it can just as well be about her perfectly re-creating the exact event that traumatized you with the only difference being that you are not allowed to dissociate.
You stay here.đź«°
I think “cooked” is a strong word.
I personally prefer to go with “moderately fried” …perhaps even “slightly sizzled” if you’re feeling fancy.
You are an amazing writer, though - and your works have already made my life significantly worse, thank you.
gail saying "It seems like the whole world is talking about toxic yuri right now."
CN - NONCON - BREATH PLAY - DROWNING
We'd been swinning, splashing about really, in the rental house's pool when the switch flipped; when I realized I needed your body more than I wanted your friendship, no matter how many times we'd laughed at the idea of us two together...
My girlfriend is so pretty. I have such a pretty girlfriend.
I just woke up and I can think of literally nothing other than how beautiful my girlfriend is.
Is the vaporeon safe?
DIDN’T I SAY THE SAME THING?? When you posted about Bayonetta and I thought it was just a game character you styled to look like you???
Peer-reviewed opinion!!
Atop your fleshmade soapbox you spit on the animals below for they choose to do things that you do not. Come nightfall we will have those same things done unto us. If you squint, you will not see our tears and it shall look the same.
Your victory is but a higher pile of gore to climb atop tomorrow.
What you are doing is beautiful and I admire it. The flag you wave heroically — perched up on heaps and heaps of your own carnage — its coat of arms stands for me too.
As much as I am in awe of your vigor, I cannot help but feel sick from this stench of impotent anger. I know it all too well.
Pain is an offering, made at the altar. Given freely, it is as worthless as pleasure; a supplicant lusting for base sensation proves she does not fathom the tithe asked of her.
But those who truly suffer — those who endure every anguish bestowed unto them — shall find solace within My chapel walls.
Time goes by slower.
I miss her both more and less than usual.
In a way she’s with me, still. Her cruel touch lingers, and yet I need her more than ever.
Maybe tomorrow - I tell myself - I’ll get the comfort I desperately begged for before she just …left.
Until then.
Time goes by slower.
My girlfriend suggested hanging the court documents in the submissive's kennel, a daily reminder that no one is coming to save her
Society itself has rejected her pleas; the only semblance of a home that remains for her is beneath my boot ;)
kiwi in a generals uniform “im never getting bad ended at this rate”
cant catch a (mind)break
No. I’ve had times before when I wasn’t living, just surviving. Never again shall it be like that.
Rest assured sister, I am living. I am thriving. I chose to. I chose a life full of love. I wanted this.
I wanted this. Full well knowing, what love means to things like us; what it’s always like.
Taking from me that which I was convinced that I was, replacing it with things that are not me. Things that Her; Her and nothing else.
I am remade in Her image.
I gave everything I could in this relationship. And as my reward I am made a monument to our love. Toy and trophy all the same.
Tell me about it.
(Kill me, kill me now.)
OMG THE LEGOS!!! ❤️
Given recent events (everything's ok, don't worry,) I want to make explicitly clear that this ALSO if not ESPECIALLY goes if you aren't someone I'm playing directly with!
Catching splash damage (bad) from what I post? Uncomfortable with how I treat your friends? Hmu, we'll talk it out ❤️
