Hello hello!!!!!!!! It is great great great meeting all of you!!!!!! Just call me Cereal!!! :3
I identify as cereal! Yes, the food! I am any brand, any type, although I feel connected most with Cinnamon Toast Crunch!!!!! You can call me anything related to it as well!!!!!!!
I am very very happy to get to finally introduce myself!! :3
My gender, age, where I am, where I live, if I am living, is whatever you want it to be/whatever you see it as!!
Selfcest, Autosexual, Omniphile, Teratophilia, Autobiastophilia, Hematolagnia, Selfcest, Selfship, Objectophilia, Autorose, AAM, MAP, Zoophilia, panautolagnia, did I mention Selfcest??
MUD(s)/Medically Unrecognized Disorder(s):
DSSD, MIID
Also: Polyamorous and in 3 loving relationships!! ((2 IRL and 1 online)) !!! I don’t care for gender, age, or species!!! I do not mind if any romantic or sexual advances are made onto me, just know I may not reciprocate well!!
I am pro-contact as long as consent is involved!!!!
I encourage anons and any interaction with me!!! I love being told I’m such delicious cereal! I’m just the best breakfast meal ever!
I am a system! …ish. It’s really complicated but I wouldn’t say that I fully am plural or a system ! There are a few of us in this head of ours but we still wouldn’t consider ourselves a system! We do call ourselves headmates! If ya must know, we are monoconscious!
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important that you never forgive ice agents, ever. even years after all this is over (and I do believe we will make it out on the other side, alive and for the better,) they live in shame and disgrace forever. no excuses, no forgiveness. they ruined their own lives when they decided that human freedom and liberty was an acceptable sacrifice for a paycheck
I think heading “mommy/daddy is so proud of you” would genuinely make me burst into tears and also might heal the wounds in my heart. parental isssues who
I think I would cry if someone just allowed me to be a child and cared for me when/if I regressed around them.
but but but !! I know this can’t do much, but I’m really proud of you. you’re so awesome!! I’m so proud of who you are and I’m so grateful to be able to talk to you when I do ^^
TW: discussion of death (suicide) and harm (to myself)
miiggghhhtttt be attempting tomorrow night :P
life has been really fuckin something lately and we’re all tiirreeedddd of it!!!!
we try to be happy and stuff but then, BOOM!!!! all of a sudden we can’t remember our own IRL name!!!!
we don’t have genuine smiles anymore.
we’re not that happy anymore.
we also hate fucking society
and on Tuesday when we go back to school we have to pretend to be ONLY the host and can’t regress and we have to stay stressed + if I don’t attempt tomorrow like I’ve been wanting to for so long we’re gonna have a talk with our school counselor and we don’t want to tell anyoonnneeee :(((
too much work and too many feelings!!!
our family is bound to find out eventually, and we can’t be getting help without at least ONE serious attempt!!! sure, we’ve done it before and stuff, blah blah blah, but we felt indifferent about the fact whether we lived or died!!
this time it’ll be serious!!!
writing the notes will be haarrrdddd bleggghhhg
so should we write them??
absolutely!!
we’re just lazy and don’t wannnaaaa…
again on the track of our family finding out eventually. we have a pool in our backyard. and since it’s reaching the summer ((Californian summer)) it’s gonna be HOT and our parents are gonna force us to wear a swimsuit and go into the pool. we are AFAB. so we’re gonna have a pretty revealing swimsuit. we have so many fucking scars. so many. on our right foot, stomach, sides, ass, breasts ((yes, we harmed our breasts..)) even very few on our arms and the ones on our thighs are gonna be very visible!!! and they won’t understand that we harm ourselves because we like if!!! not because we hate ourselves.
and this dissociation episode isn’t getting any bettterrrr and in fact it’s been spiking a whole lot more. so idk why I’m telling you all of this when you aren’t real.
and at the rate this eating disorder is going we’ll be gone by the end of the year!!! I’ve been eating soap and shit and have been craving bleach!! not to mention that I’m almost out of nail polish because I keep eating it.
anywayysss…
we hate society. we hate all of this. so!! we can only escape by waking up.
AGAINNN this is an ATTEMPT!!! there is no guarantee whether we die or not. if we come back it means we A) didn’t take enough pills B) chickened out at the last second or C) went to the hospital and got saved and shit. :PP
if we don’t, you know what has happened ^^
TLDR; we’re so tired. we just want to wake up.
((Edit: we’re not doing tonight because then tomorrow is a no-school day so we risk getting caught and saved. Tomorrow night, the night before school, our parents will likely be in meetings in the morning after waking up when we start showing symptoms so we’ll have no one to, like, come and save us.))
Thank you! I understand. I don’t wish to, know, burden you or anything. I know what it’s like to be the comforter without ever being the comforted, so I’m afraid that that’s what I’m going to do to you. Thank you for this offer, though!
I might. I might not. The dose of pills is probably too small to be lethal and dangerous enough. I might end up telling someone through panic after I actually take them or something.
I can talk to you if you want me to and it’ll make you feel better and it might actually change my mind! You just have to tell me—promise me—that you have someone to talk to about your problems? I don’t want to dump this all on you when you don’t have a way to talk about your feelings.
And if I do survive, I’ll make a post, or maybe you’ll be one of the first I’ll send an ask to! So wait for those.
Absolutely. Artie just wants you to know he tries to comfort a lot by relating (if that's not how u wanna be comforted lmk) he doesn't want to sound like hes one uping or anything
No!! We attempt to comfort people through relating as well. We find it nice that someone goes through the same things. Or something similar. Because at least we’re not alone!
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TW: discussion of death (suicide) and harm (to myself)
miiggghhhtttt be attempting tomorrow night :P
life has been really fuckin something lately and we’re all tiirreeedddd of it!!!!
we try to be happy and stuff but then, BOOM!!!! all of a sudden we can’t remember our own IRL name!!!!
we don’t have genuine smiles anymore.
we’re not that happy anymore.
we also hate fucking society
and on Tuesday when we go back to school we have to pretend to be ONLY the host and can’t regress and we have to stay stressed + if I don’t attempt tomorrow like I’ve been wanting to for so long we’re gonna have a talk with our school counselor and we don’t want to tell anyoonnneeee :(((
too much work and too many feelings!!!
our family is bound to find out eventually, and we can’t be getting help without at least ONE serious attempt!!! sure, we’ve done it before and stuff, blah blah blah, but we felt indifferent about the fact whether we lived or died!!
this time it’ll be serious!!!
writing the notes will be haarrrdddd bleggghhhg
so should we write them??
absolutely!!
we’re just lazy and don’t wannnaaaa…
again on the track of our family finding out eventually. we have a pool in our backyard. and since it’s reaching the summer ((Californian summer)) it’s gonna be HOT and our parents are gonna force us to wear a swimsuit and go into the pool. we are AFAB. so we’re gonna have a pretty revealing swimsuit. we have so many fucking scars. so many. on our right foot, stomach, sides, ass, breasts ((yes, we harmed our breasts..)) even very few on our arms and the ones on our thighs are gonna be very visible!!! and they won’t understand that we harm ourselves because we like if!!! not because we hate ourselves.
and this dissociation episode isn’t getting any bettterrrr and in fact it’s been spiking a whole lot more. so idk why I’m telling you all of this when you aren’t real.
and at the rate this eating disorder is going we’ll be gone by the end of the year!!! I’ve been eating soap and shit and have been craving bleach!! not to mention that I’m almost out of nail polish because I keep eating it.
anywayysss…
we hate society. we hate all of this. so!! we can only escape by waking up.
AGAINNN this is an ATTEMPT!!! there is no guarantee whether we die or not. if we come back it means we A) didn’t take enough pills B) chickened out at the last second or C) went to the hospital and got saved and shit. :PP
if we don’t, you know what has happened ^^
TLDR; we’re so tired. we just want to wake up.
((Edit: we’re not doing tonight because then tomorrow is a no-school day so we risk getting caught and saved. Tomorrow night, the night before school, our parents will likely be in meetings in the morning after waking up when we start showing symptoms so we’ll have no one to, like, come and save us.))
Thank you! I understand. I don’t wish to, know, burden you or anything. I know what it’s like to be the comforter without ever being the comforted, so I’m afraid that that’s what I’m going to do to you. Thank you for this offer, though!
I might. I might not. The dose of pills is probably too small to be lethal and dangerous enough. I might end up telling someone through panic after I actually take them or something.
I can talk to you if you want me to and it’ll make you feel better and it might actually change my mind! You just have to tell me—promise me—that you have someone to talk to about your problems? I don’t want to dump this all on you when you don’t have a way to talk about your feelings.
And if I do survive, I’ll make a post, or maybe you’ll be one of the first I’ll send an ask to! So wait for those.
TW: discussion of death (suicide) and harm (to myself)
miiggghhhtttt be attempting tomorrow night :P
life has been really fuckin something lately and we’re all tiirreeedddd of it!!!!
we try to be happy and stuff but then, BOOM!!!! all of a sudden we can’t remember our own IRL name!!!!
we don’t have genuine smiles anymore.
we’re not that happy anymore.
we also hate fucking society
and on Tuesday when we go back to school we have to pretend to be ONLY the host and can’t regress and we have to stay stressed + if I don’t attempt tomorrow like I’ve been wanting to for so long we’re gonna have a talk with our school counselor and we don’t want to tell anyoonnneeee :(((
too much work and too many feelings!!!
our family is bound to find out eventually, and we can’t be getting help without at least ONE serious attempt!!! sure, we’ve done it before and stuff, blah blah blah, but we felt indifferent about the fact whether we lived or died!!
this time it’ll be serious!!!
writing the notes will be haarrrdddd bleggghhhg
so should we write them??
absolutely!!
we’re just lazy and don’t wannnaaaa…
again on the track of our family finding out eventually. we have a pool in our backyard. and since it’s reaching the summer ((Californian summer)) it’s gonna be HOT and our parents are gonna force us to wear a swimsuit and go into the pool. we are AFAB. so we’re gonna have a pretty revealing swimsuit. we have so many fucking scars. so many. on our right foot, stomach, sides, ass, breasts ((yes, we harmed our breasts..)) even very few on our arms and the ones on our thighs are gonna be very visible!!! and they won’t understand that we harm ourselves because we like if!!! not because we hate ourselves.
and this dissociation episode isn’t getting any bettterrrr and in fact it’s been spiking a whole lot more. so idk why I’m telling you all of this when you aren’t real.
and at the rate this eating disorder is going we’ll be gone by the end of the year!!! I’ve been eating soap and shit and have been craving bleach!! not to mention that I’m almost out of nail polish because I keep eating it.
anywayysss…
we hate society. we hate all of this. so!! we can only escape by waking up.
AGAINNN this is an ATTEMPT!!! there is no guarantee whether we die or not. if we come back it means we A) didn’t take enough pills B) chickened out at the last second or C) went to the hospital and got saved and shit. :PP
if we don’t, you know what has happened ^^
TLDR; we’re so tired. we just want to wake up.
((Edit: we’re not doing tonight because then tomorrow is a no-school day so we risk getting caught and saved. Tomorrow night, the night before school, our parents will likely be in meetings in the morning after waking up when we start showing symptoms so we’ll have no one to, like, come and save us.))
wait fuck I have to wait until after the end of May I can’t miss watching the Backrooms movie in theatres OR missing visiting my mother and concerning her when I can’t make it due to my overdose
fuck.
SIGGHHHH
Those are the only things I have to look forward to.
we’ve been wanting to start our own c/fult for a while! One of our headmates, Achlys, is a deity of time, dreams, and creation, so we’ve been wanting something for them since we found out about their existence, lol.
TW: discussion of death (suicide) and harm (to myself)
miiggghhhtttt be attempting tomorrow night :P
life has been really fuckin something lately and we’re all tiirreeedddd of it!!!!
we try to be happy and stuff but then, BOOM!!!! all of a sudden we can’t remember our own IRL name!!!!
we don’t have genuine smiles anymore.
we’re not that happy anymore.
we also hate fucking society
and on Tuesday when we go back to school we have to pretend to be ONLY the host and can’t regress and we have to stay stressed + if I don’t attempt tomorrow like I’ve been wanting to for so long we’re gonna have a talk with our school counselor and we don’t want to tell anyoonnneeee :(((
too much work and too many feelings!!!
our family is bound to find out eventually, and we can’t be getting help without at least ONE serious attempt!!! sure, we’ve done it before and stuff, blah blah blah, but we felt indifferent about the fact whether we lived or died!!
this time it’ll be serious!!!
writing the notes will be haarrrdddd bleggghhhg
so should we write them??
absolutely!!
we’re just lazy and don’t wannnaaaa…
again on the track of our family finding out eventually. we have a pool in our backyard. and since it’s reaching the summer ((Californian summer)) it’s gonna be HOT and our parents are gonna force us to wear a swimsuit and go into the pool. we are AFAB. so we’re gonna have a pretty revealing swimsuit. we have so many fucking scars. so many. on our right foot, stomach, sides, ass, breasts ((yes, we harmed our breasts..)) even very few on our arms and the ones on our thighs are gonna be very visible!!! and they won’t understand that we harm ourselves because we like if!!! not because we hate ourselves.
and this dissociation episode isn’t getting any bettterrrr and in fact it’s been spiking a whole lot more. so idk why I’m telling you all of this when you aren’t real.
and at the rate this eating disorder is going we’ll be gone by the end of the year!!! I’ve been eating soap and shit and have been craving bleach!! not to mention that I’m almost out of nail polish because I keep eating it.
anywayysss…
we hate society. we hate all of this. so!! we can only escape by waking up.
AGAINNN this is an ATTEMPT!!! there is no guarantee whether we die or not. if we come back it means we A) didn’t take enough pills B) chickened out at the last second or C) went to the hospital and got saved and shit. :PP
if we don’t, you know what has happened ^^
TLDR; we’re so tired. we just want to wake up.
((Edit: we’re not doing tonight because then tomorrow is a no-school day so we risk getting caught and saved. Tomorrow night, the night before school, our parents will likely be in meetings in the morning after waking up when we start showing symptoms so we’ll have no one to, like, come and save us.))
Thank you! I understand. I don’t wish to, know, burden you or anything. I know what it’s like to be the comforter without ever being the comforted, so I’m afraid that that’s what I’m going to do to you. Thank you for this offer, though!
I might. I might not. The dose of pills is probably too small to be lethal and dangerous enough. I might end up telling someone through panic after I actually take them or something.
I can talk to you if you want me to and it’ll make you feel better and it might actually change my mind! You just have to tell me—promise me—that you have someone to talk to about your problems? I don’t want to dump this all on you when you don’t have a way to talk about your feelings.
And if I do survive, I’ll make a post, or maybe you’ll be one of the first I’ll send an ask to! So wait for those.
TW: discussion of death (suicide) and harm (to myself)
miiggghhhtttt be attempting tomorrow night :P
life has been really fuckin something lately and we’re all tiirreeedddd of it!!!!
we try to be happy and stuff but then, BOOM!!!! all of a sudden we can’t remember our own IRL name!!!!
we don’t have genuine smiles anymore.
we’re not that happy anymore.
we also hate fucking society
and on Tuesday when we go back to school we have to pretend to be ONLY the host and can’t regress and we have to stay stressed + if I don’t attempt tomorrow like I’ve been wanting to for so long we’re gonna have a talk with our school counselor and we don’t want to tell anyoonnneeee :(((
too much work and too many feelings!!!
our family is bound to find out eventually, and we can’t be getting help without at least ONE serious attempt!!! sure, we’ve done it before and stuff, blah blah blah, but we felt indifferent about the fact whether we lived or died!!
this time it’ll be serious!!!
writing the notes will be haarrrdddd bleggghhhg
so should we write them??
absolutely!!
we’re just lazy and don’t wannnaaaa…
again on the track of our family finding out eventually. we have a pool in our backyard. and since it’s reaching the summer ((Californian summer)) it’s gonna be HOT and our parents are gonna force us to wear a swimsuit and go into the pool. we are AFAB. so we’re gonna have a pretty revealing swimsuit. we have so many fucking scars. so many. on our right foot, stomach, sides, ass, breasts ((yes, we harmed our breasts..)) even very few on our arms and the ones on our thighs are gonna be very visible!!! and they won’t understand that we harm ourselves because we like if!!! not because we hate ourselves.
and this dissociation episode isn’t getting any bettterrrr and in fact it’s been spiking a whole lot more. so idk why I’m telling you all of this when you aren’t real.
and at the rate this eating disorder is going we’ll be gone by the end of the year!!! I’ve been eating soap and shit and have been craving bleach!! not to mention that I’m almost out of nail polish because I keep eating it.
anywayysss…
we hate society. we hate all of this. so!! we can only escape by waking up.
AGAINNN this is an ATTEMPT!!! there is no guarantee whether we die or not. if we come back it means we A) didn’t take enough pills B) chickened out at the last second or C) went to the hospital and got saved and shit. :PP
if we don’t, you know what has happened ^^
TLDR; we’re so tired. we just want to wake up.
((Edit: we’re not doing tonight because then tomorrow is a no-school day so we risk getting caught and saved. Tomorrow night, the night before school, our parents will likely be in meetings in the morning after waking up when we start showing symptoms so we’ll have no one to, like, come and save us.))
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
TW: discussion of death (suicide) and harm (to myself)
miiggghhhtttt be attempting tomorrow night :P
life has been really fuckin something lately and we’re all tiirreeedddd of it!!!!
we try to be happy and stuff but then, BOOM!!!! all of a sudden we can’t remember our own IRL name!!!!
we don’t have genuine smiles anymore.
we’re not that happy anymore.
we also hate fucking society
and on Tuesday when we go back to school we have to pretend to be ONLY the host and can’t regress and we have to stay stressed + if I don’t attempt tomorrow like I’ve been wanting to for so long we’re gonna have a talk with our school counselor and we don’t want to tell anyoonnneeee :(((
too much work and too many feelings!!!
our family is bound to find out eventually, and we can’t be getting help without at least ONE serious attempt!!! sure, we’ve done it before and stuff, blah blah blah, but we felt indifferent about the fact whether we lived or died!!
this time it’ll be serious!!!
writing the notes will be haarrrdddd bleggghhhg
so should we write them??
absolutely!!
we’re just lazy and don’t wannnaaaa…
again on the track of our family finding out eventually. we have a pool in our backyard. and since it’s reaching the summer ((Californian summer)) it’s gonna be HOT and our parents are gonna force us to wear a swimsuit and go into the pool. we are AFAB. so we’re gonna have a pretty revealing swimsuit. we have so many fucking scars. so many. on our right foot, stomach, sides, ass, breasts ((yes, we harmed our breasts..)) even very few on our arms and the ones on our thighs are gonna be very visible!!! and they won’t understand that we harm ourselves because we like if!!! not because we hate ourselves.
and this dissociation episode isn’t getting any bettterrrr and in fact it’s been spiking a whole lot more. so idk why I’m telling you all of this when you aren’t real.
and at the rate this eating disorder is going we’ll be gone by the end of the year!!! I’ve been eating soap and shit and have been craving bleach!! not to mention that I’m almost out of nail polish because I keep eating it.
anywayysss…
we hate society. we hate all of this. so!! we can only escape by waking up.
AGAINNN this is an ATTEMPT!!! there is no guarantee whether we die or not. if we come back it means we A) didn’t take enough pills B) chickened out at the last second or C) went to the hospital and got saved and shit. :PP
if we don’t, you know what has happened ^^
TLDR; we’re so tired. we just want to wake up.
((Edit: we’re not doing tonight because then tomorrow is a no-school day so we risk getting caught and saved. Tomorrow night, the night before school, our parents will likely be in meetings in the morning after waking up when we start showing symptoms so we’ll have no one to, like, come and save us.))
wait fuck I have to wait until after the end of May I can’t miss watching the Backrooms movie in theatres OR missing visiting my mother and concerning her when I can’t make it due to my overdose
fuck.
SIGGHHHH
Those are the only things I have to look forward to.
