DumbDogHorseThing

There was a moment a while back where I got into a physical altercation with a friend and I very quickly realized that I’m substantially weaker than I’d like to be. Not in the “Bwehhhh, I’m so weak and frail x3” but very much in the, “Even when I’m actively struggling to get up and contorting my body I still could not get myself free before winding myself immediately” and it’s been sat uncomfortably in my zeitgeist ever since.

I need a girl to bite me hard enough to cause me pain/leave a mark but not enough to hurt me.

low poly? uhh, sure, why not?

I wish I was normal and could do the things I want to do. I’m tired, physically and emotionally. Throwing in the towel isn’t an option because my friends would be sad. I have to do this for them, but when will it be my turn to do it for me. Someday I’ll be doing this for me, but for now, others will have to do, because there is simply no other option.

everyone rhymes. I’ve met so many different people and I’ve realized that we’re all the same, even the people I don’t like I always see a part of me in them.

There’s this Gal I know who often covers herself in blood for artistic purposes and it’s the most beautiful thing imaginable and I’m incredibly normal about it.

need to build me one of them neo-pussies so that all the homies can just creampie me relentlessly without worrying about getting me pregnant. (though they could do so anyways if they ask me nicely)