BoldlyDelightfulWitch

[ Begin ID: A photo of a capybara on a beach. Black text on the photo reads "if you are seeing this / the curse is lifted / have a good day" / End ID ]

why do i get punished for everything i do when i have the purest intentions but the people i love hurt me all the time and im the one always apologising

I'm so ugly I should be dead

what doesnt kill u makes u want to die all the time

i wish i was a “love me loudly or don’t love me at all” person but i was cursed with abandonment issues so im a “love me however terribly and abusively you want just don’t leave me” person

The social forces that prevent you from being able to admit to your own desires in the safety of your own mind are far more evil than any desire you could have.

Unacted desires are fundamentally neutral, and you can't decide what to do about the things you want unless you can admit to yourself what they are in the first place. Everyone has desires that would hurt other people if they acted on them, but most people would not actually go out and do anything they know would cause harm. Far more harm is done in this world by people who are trying to pretend they can't possibly want anything they think is bad than people running around going "ehehehe I love hurting people!"

Providing people with a way of exploring the dark parts of ourselves in a way that cannot hurt anyone is one of the purposes of both fiction and kink.

All of us have a hungry, horny, angry, scared animal inside ourselves. You do not need to excuse or justify what that animal wants, it simply is. You cannot escape it. Lying to yourself about the animal that you are will only give you less control over it, not more.

No amount of praying to be repulsed by my sin ever helped me. It only made me hate parts of me that were normal and healthy and deserved to be loved. It erected barriers that prevented me from understanding myself and the world around me. You can go ahead and train your gag reflex to respond to your normal sexual impulses, but all that did to me was cause me to puke up the soul I was so desperately trying to prostrate. In my experience, you cannot use disgust as a roadmap to unrelenting love.

purity is a construct made to shame you