You’re Too Sweet, But Seriously, I Watch Your Blog Like It’s My Favorite Tv Show. I Need Better Hobbies

i like knowing you'll be there, without fail. i like seeing you sulk about it. it's endearing.

– ✘

it is not endearing. i’m not just some stupid dog, jimmy.

I just want to be soft

Why am I so angry, so harsh, so violent, so destroying.

It’s unfair

I'm always fucking up everything, no matter who I talk to and no matter what I do. I'm sick of this.. Can someone please just bash my head already?

do I really need to destroy myself in order to get affection?

don't fucking say i'm the one imagining things when you're more over your head than i am. now; think you can be a good boy and tell what's going on in that head?

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good lord, you’ve sure got a mouth on you, jim.

i don’t feel like publically exposing myself, telling the world exactly what’s wrong. you’re welcome to dm me, but that’s about as far as i’ll go.

regardless, you’re being silly, jim. i’m perfectly fine!

best friends forever.

what's with the ribbing? what don't i want other people thinking? real cold, curly. not something a best friend would assume about their other half.

– ✘

we are best friends, jimmy.

but last i remember, you were utterly terrified of people even daring to think i was better than you.

which i always thought was ridiculous. we’ve always been on equal footing.

i am not cold.

the sleeves of my hoodie are tear-stained. i’m shaking like a leaf. i’m a grown man, dammit. it has been 2 minutes. and yet…

nsfw. tw.

please, please, please.

i need you to tell me how to do it. how to get off. i can’t..i can’t do anything unless you’re telling me how.

i need to give up control, let myself be a little braindead, let myself be truly yours, in every sense of the word.

mark me up, from the inside and the outside. i want to be nothing but a myriad of purples and blues and swollen reds, nothing but a walking show of your affection.

i’d let you call me the nastiest, most vile names. i’d let you use me whenever you want…i’m made for your pleasure. i’d let you use me whenever…please do. that’s how i know you enjoy having me around.

i woke up like this, and it’s awful. i feel squirmy and pathetic and disgusting. i feel like someone’s abandoned puppy, wandering the streets, waiting for be picked up by some kind soul…

i’ll be so, so good for you. the perfect dog. just please, keep me around? don’t toss me to the side once you’re done with me…

I need to put my hands around your neck and squeeze until you whine. You know who this is, Curly.

let’s be completely honest with ourselves, now. it wouldn’t take that much pressure.

Is it in my rights to be a little possessive over you even though you technically don’t know who i am? Or is that crazy of me? Be so super honest pretty please

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hm…depends.

do i not know who you are at all? do i not know who you are, but i know the system/the body/another headmate of yours? do i not know you, but know of you?

i’m sure it’s well within your rights. craziness aside.