Don't Fucking Say I'm The One Imagining Things When You're More Over Your Head Than I Am. Now; Think

a scalding hot shower, the warmth pelting my raw skin, sounds appropriate for not being able to handle an entire hour.

My day was good! Especially since you’ve been responding to me so much, makes me all giggly like a little kid.

-🌀

i’m glad your day has gone well. i do wish you’d dm me, i’m quite curious to know who you are.

call me your pretty boy.

your angel, your darling, your slut.

i don’t care, as long as i’m yours.

「★」 TO THE MOON, AND NEVER BACK . . .

all likes and followings will come from @vulpes-ventricle

⟢ hello and welcome to my “secret” space .ᐟ

you can call me curly! this is my source memory-based, yearning-based account.

i want to say that everything talked about on this blog is SAFE, SANE, and CONSENSUAL. nothing i’ve done in the past, and nothing i’ve written about, was outside of my own volition.

if you are uncomfortable with any of the following . . . ⇒ Curly x Jimmy ⇒ “doomed”, or toxic relationships ⇒ co-dependency ⇒ alters/headmates who AREN’T source separated ⇒ NSFW concepts ⇒ obsession-themed romance ⇒ manipulation . . . then you probably won’t enjoy this blog.

⟢ ABOUT ME .ᐟ

Captain Grant Curly 𓏵 ageless (appears 30s) 𓏵 he/him/his 𓏵 cisgender male 𓏵 bisexual

⟢ TAGS .ᐟ

⭐️// depraved mind ⤷ “trigger warning” posts ⭐️// lovesick letters ⤷ romantic / obsession themed ⭐️// cherry rose tinted ⤷ directed posts ⭐️// vulpes_ventricle ⤷ system-based ⭐️// the moon is quiet ⤷ source memories ⭐️// captain approves ⤷ reblogs ⭐️// captain is speaking ⤷ any and all original posts

don’t you know that I’M the only one who can satisfy you in this way? the only one who could quench that deep, growing need to take control? the only one you let close, the only one you let lie in your bed at night?

i’m the only one.

You’re too sweet, but seriously, i watch your blog like it’s my favorite tv show. I need better hobbies outside of stalking people online

-🌀

your favorite? how kind.

i know i’m a touch dry, i’m watching a movie. you can be patient, cant you?

Not to be an absolutely deplorable disgusting whore but like

What if we held each other softly and shared our deepest thoughts and interests with each other

What if we were completely vulnerable and raw, seeing every flaw and crack but still decided to accept each other exactly as is, rigged edges and all

Is that too slutty guys? I know I write some real fucked up shit is this too far-

it’s my account and i can do what i want with it. TW.

the taste of copper in my own mouth is overwhelming.

what i wouldn’t give to live normally. live without the consistent craving of the intimacy and abuse cocktail.

i want to be hurt just as i want to be loved.

the difference is, i deserve to be hurt.

and it pains me, knowing that i could just as easily be thrown away. i’m nothing special. i know that. we can pretend that i am all we want, but i know.

i know that, if i were being auctioned off, no one would try. “next up, it’s captain grant curly! starting of at a hundred, anyone?….anyone?….”

i know. i know i’m damaged beyond repair, i know i’m worthless. everything is so heavy right now, and that’s quite alright. i was made to carry burdens. the weight of holding everyone’s secrets weigh me down, and as i fall behind, the growing ache in my chest throbs.

what i wouldn’t give to lay my head down in your lap, let your fingers run through my hair, and let the world go quiet. even then, i wouldn’t be worth a penny. but maybe, just maybe, i would bring you the barest hint of happiness.

i need to clean my room. i need to pack my bag. i need to do my laundry. i’ve been living here for almost two werks, and i barely packed enough clothes to last me three days.

what i really need to do is shut up. because no one gives a damn. i keep telling myself, “get it together, grant.” and then i continue messing things up. i need to be guided.

i need to eat. i can’t remember the last time i ate.

no it definitely goes beyond a little. ur mines now dude, no takesies backsies

-🌀

what an odd thing to say. considering i don’t even know who you are, it feels like one of those shitty stalker romances daisuke lent me.

the undeniable, deep-rooted urge to call them some sort of title, some sort of ranking.

because they’re simply better than me, and i must address them as such. correct?