all i can hope for is for someone to take mercy on me and strike me dead, i guess

her hoodie just smells like me now. her hairtie just smells like me now. they're mine, effectively. maybe ours if im not caught up in how lonesome im feeling.

this sucks. i hate the way that i am. every single aspect of it. the person i have found myself becoming is a sniveling wretch. a coward. she disgusts me.

scared and depressed and feel alone but i guess at least im not actively crashing out i guess

i dont want to talk to people. i dont want to be hurt. it feels like everything that i do is going to hurt me. not really sure what to do. i dont know how to ask for help. i dont want help most of the time.

unfortunately isolating myself from people does make the pain a little easier im noticing. or maygbe im just replacing the pain with a different kind of pain that i find more tolerable or maybe im just finally coming around the bend

considering detransitioning for a month just to have my sex drive back smiles

im the protagonist of an hdoujin titled something like "taming this masochistic brat!! he moans like a girl after putting on a couple pounds~~"

i really should be more careful about who i let near my very delicate soul but unfortunately im a whore and nothing feels better than having someone touch the very essence of your being for their own desires. even if i really hate the consequences

you could for sure hypnotize a girl into fully believing she's wearing a bomb collar

also im caught up on akane-banashi. really love it

i need add back tgel so bad

i love oral

you're the worst

every time i tell scylla 'i love you' there's a twisting feeling in my gut. disgust. hatred. wrongness.

every time i tell scylla 'i hate you' there's also a twisting feeling in my gut. elation. desire. belonging.

something is wrong with me

i think i need to hurt you badly

scylla (╥﹏╥)

SHOE DIMENSION!! LOCKS YOU IN THERE!!!

that's mom you have to let her

infantalizing sarah is my new favorite activity

👋 baby sister

earlier today i was sweating in your shirt without realizing it and got stressed out

the worst is when you can only see her once or twice a year at best. you know in a few months you'll forget what she smells like. the reminder will be gone. you'll cling to it, desperate to find some patch that still smells like her

sweating while wearing a shirt or a hoodie and feeling angst churn your guts around knowing its going to smell less like her

just keep the coloring books away from me you fiend

god i loooooove the not for little eyes alt text it makes me so happy whnlenever i see it

as someone who habitually steals her girlfriends clothes i have to say the worst part of long distance is when you realize your scent has replaced hers

absolutely. and several people are much weaker than me physically but would win in a fight. [for now].

dollfriends

i am not a flowergirl or any sort of perpetual child. the notion that i am too immature to do something as inherent to my nature as creating something makes bile rise in my throat