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What an amazing addition with Shion!
Sleep? Nah I need to be in a coma
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Just because I post or reblog sexual content, whether it's submissive, Dominant, kinky, or explicit, does not mean it's an invitation for you to be sexual with me. Yes I'm aware it's bound to happen, that people do that, but they can go and read my pinned, isn't difficult.
Yes, I'm in an open relationship, but my partners and I have decided to close it, and I'm only involved with the partners I already have. I'm not looking for anyone else.
This blog is simply a space for things I enjoy, relate to, or find interesting. Reblogging is therapeutic for me, even when that includes porn or other NSFW content.
And while we're at it: please don't message me just because you think my blog means I'm interested in sexting, flirting, or hooking up. I'm not. What's especially frustrating is that when I politely say, "No thanks, I'm not interested," so many people immediately stop talking to me. It makes it painfully obvious they were only interested in me sexually in the first place.
It's happened enough that I have to say something, and yes, it's always been men.
I genuinely thought maybe some of y'all wanted to make friends or just have a conversation, but I guess not.
My content is not consent. My inbox is not an invitation. Respect my boundaries.
There are days
I wake up already exhausted from being myself.
Or maybe not even myself,
just the outline of a person
going through motions so rehearsed
they no longer require thought.
I brush my teeth.
Answer messages.
Laugh in the right places.
Pretend the hours mean something
because everyone else seems convinced they do.
But most of my life feels like standing in a train station
after the last departure,
watching empty tracks hum with the memory of movement.
And then there is you.
You arrive so naturally
you donβt even notice what happens to me.
How the static in my head quiets.
How suddenly I start speaking with certainty,
as if your presence pulls language out of places
I cannot reach alone.
The world sharpens around the edges when youβre near.
Food tastes fuller.
Music stops sounding distant.
Even the sky looks intentional.
I become someone I recognize.
Not happier, exactly.
Just real.
Like all my scattered pieces
briefly remember they belong to the same person.
And I hate that.
I hate how easily my soul bends toward you
like starving things do toward light.
How my entire existence seems to hinge
on whether or not you are looking my way.
Because when you leave,
even for ordinary reasons,
even for moments that should not hurt,
everything collapses inward again.
The silence returns first.
Then the numbness.
Then that unbearable feeling
that I have fallen out of my own body
and become a ghost haunting my routine.
I move through days half-awake,
touching objects that do not feel connected to me.
I sit in rooms and wonder
if everyone secretly feels this hollow
or if they were all handed something at birth
that taught them how to exist without borrowing meaning
from another heartbeat.
People say things like
βfind yourself,β
as if the self is a misplaced object,
as if mine isnβt buried beneath years of surviving,
people-pleasing,
longing,
and trying to become whatever would make someone stay.
So I search.
I really try,
In music.
In late-night walks.
In old versions of myself.
In hobbies abandoned before they had the chance to matter.
In mirrors.
In memories.
In the spaces between conversations.
But every path seems to lead back
to the same aching truth:
I do not know who I am
when I am not loved loudly.
And maybe that is the deepest loneliness of all
not being alone,
but being unable to feel your own shape
without someone else tracing it for you first.
Sometimes I wonder
if I was born with some emotional emptiness inside me,
a room with no furniture,
no windows,
just echoes.
And every person I love
becomes temporary decoration
inside a place that never truly feels inhabited.
You make that room feel alive.
That is what terrifies me.
Not losing you, necessarily,
but losing the version of me
that only seems to exist in your presence.
Because when you hold me,
the world stops feeling accidental.
My thoughts soften.
My chest unclenches.
For a few beautiful moments,
I am not searching for purpose
I am simply inside it.
And when you are gone,
I return to myself
like returning to an abandoned house:
quiet, dusty, unfamiliar.
Still standing.
Still breathing.
But unlived in.
You think you can just get away from me?
I promise you, it's not that easy
Honey, you only belong to me
I promise you, you'll never ever be able to leave
I'll suck the life out of you like a leech
Yeah, I'll suffocate
I'll make it impossible to breathe
You are only mine
Loving Shion is now my entire personality Free to use, likes/reblogs appreciated. :)
Shion OVERWATCH (2016) dev. Blizzard Entertainment

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