its nothing some ibuprofen and a blunt and 5 beers and a head injury and jacking off and killing myself cant fix

ive found that partially treated mental illness can sometimes look to uninvolved onlookers like faked mental illness.

"someone who really has pOCD would be disgusted and horrified at their intrusive thoughts" or maybe i'm in therapy & am going by the books, being radically ambivalent to my intrusive thoughts instead of wasting energy mentally washing my paws of sin. i'm not going to perform my rock bottom for you for the sake of being believed.

"I won't perform my rock bottom for you for the sake of being believed" is going straight into my permanent storage holy shit

sooo annoying that my parents didn't provide emotional support growing up now it's a whole fucking thing

Clenching down on his dick to tease him and regretting it just a moment later when he pushes my face into the mattress and fucks my holes like he wants to destroy me

sometimes I see people censor words on here and I feel like I’ve stepped into the hellraiser dimension. you can say cock. no one is going to kill you

(emerges 3 hours later covered in blood) i figured out what emotion i was feeling

backing up against him to spoon in the morning. he’s still asleep for the most part, but he opens up to you. his arm folds over you, hand cupping your breast. his leg stretching over yours. you’re his for him to keep there, soft and warm, and you’re not sure he’s even conscious about it as he starts grinding his growing morning wood against your ass

would you rather be taxidermied or be a wet specimen wait dont leave