"i have a therapist" yeah well "i have to piss". we are not the same.

we can’t talk here contact me in my dream tonight

The human body seeks mild discomfort, pain, harshness, the fraying of its own edges, exhaustion, and collapse with the same fervor as it seeks softness and comfort and rest and food and warmth and orgasm. Flesh is not built with self-preservation in mind, at least not by more than happy accident, but as a sensory organ hungering for stimulus. We eat capsaicin and menthol as happily as we eat fruit and honey, we scratch ourselves red as happily as we massage sore muscles, we pierce needles and ink into our skin as happily as we hug a warm blanket from the dryer. We are not simply pleasure-seekers but life-seekers. Our eyes, our ears, our tongues, our skin, our each and every nerve wants nothing more than to learn what new treasure or torture we've found, and to put it on or in ourselves as fast as possible. All pleasures are destructive and all pains are rewarding, but some destruction is wise and some rewards are foolish. Your senses cannot tell you which is which nearly as well as you may wish to believe. Use your body responsibly or don't; only you can feel what you've been missing. And stop being ashamed of that fetish, it's like garden variety and best and nobody thinks you're weird.

A beautiful reblog that was unfortunately blocked for a while by old (but now sensible) Tumblr censors!