Nsfw, Poll And Slutposting Under The Cut.

tw.

my skin is scrubbed raw and red. my head is pounding and i’m shaking feebly. as i run the water, washing the sink out, watching red and clear mix and swirl down the drain, and as i wipe the spit from my lips, flushing the toilet and watching nothing but bile swirl down it’s own respective drain, i slump agains the wall.

is this really where i’ve gotten myself in life?

feeling unwanted ruins my whole fucking day

Call me manipulative, but I want someone to reach their hand out to me when I start to walk away.

I want to feel like I'm worth running after. I want to feel like I'm wanted.

Hehheh, I think its ok. But if you arent careful this sick, broken woman might get the idea that she can relearn how to be loved../ch -⛓

anyone, and everyone, can learn to be loved.

nsfw.

make me wear one of those pretty, girly underwear pairs, and the plug. make me walk around the house, doing my chores, every movement jostling me from the inside, soaking through the pretty lace…

filthy, gross, disgusting mutt. posting on tumblr as if they’ll see, praying they’ll tell you what to do? pathetic. and stupid, if you think about it.

you are not a good dog.

a sorrowful source memory…? [tw]

i distinctly remember the aftermath of a particularly rough argument.

he accused me of never caring, of planning to leave. the jimmy i knew was quick to emotion, in every sense of the word: he was quick to fall in love as he was quick to anger. as this argument progressed, our voices were raised higher and higher. it got to the point where my own throat was sore, just from trying to be heard over his frantic yelling. once the end of the argument came about, we both took off to different rooms of the apartment we were sharing at the time. the apartment wasn’t anything too special, just somewhere we could crash when we weren’t doing shipments. he ended up in his (our shared) bedroom, and i ended up pacing the kitchen. about an hour later, he sulked out from the bedroom, and came to me in the kitchen. about 30 minutes into the wait, i decided that food could be a good peace offering, so i was cooking. nothing too extreme, just eggs, as we didn’t have much else in the apartment. i could hear him creep up behind me, wrapping his arms around my middle and laying his forehead on the back of my shoulder.

it was those tender moments that reminded me why i stuck around, why i adore/d him, why i was the sole devotee.

If you saw how much you might be a little more concerned than flattered, but i can’t complain.

And yay! I love it when my obsessions acknowledge me tehe

-🌀

who said i wouldn’t be even more flattered?

The anons you get are really strange and questionable I Think

They're all strangely parasocial and kinda laying on you until you fix their problems with a couple responses

Hope you're feeling okay

-💫

hello! perhaps, just a little. i’m a people pleaser to my core, so i didn’t notice if anyone was laying on me.

i do feel alright! thank you.

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.