*°:⋆ₓₒHauntedₓₒ⋆:°*

| He/Him | 22 | Agender lesbian | Fallen angel |

DNI~ Minors and ageless blogs. I post about my kinks and my eating disorder; this is not a safe space for you. You will be blocked!

I use this account as a pseudo-diary, posting in an attempt to connect with people who struggle in the same ways that I do. If any of my content is upsetting to you, please block me instead of reporting me. This space is very important to me and I would be absolutely gutted to lose it. Thank you for your understanding~

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა About me ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

My name is Kamryn~ welcome to my cathedral!

This is a blog created to exist outside of the knowledge of my friends. A place where I can relish in kink and mental illness without fear of judgement or criticism.

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა What I will post about ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

I am currently diagnosed with autism and borderline personality disorder~ a lot of my poetry delves into my personal experiences with these. I will also be posting about my sexual fantasies: mostly revolving around themes of submission and domination.

Honestly, I am very new to the world of sexuality and kink. It's all a little frightening, and tantalizing, to me. The purpose of maintaining this blog is to normalize sexual pleasure in my life - unlearn some harmful stigmatization - and get freaky.

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა Kink ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

You'll convince yourself that you aren't treating your friends with enough grace and kindness, that you must tear the skin off your own back to shield them. You become firm in your identity as a parasite-- you must now make reparations for your existence--your blood alone will nourish them.

Then, they do something to slander you. Something which screams "parasites do not exist in a vacuum"--"parasites are also starving". Enraged, betrayed. I went against my very nature to comfort you, and now I'm left with my own blood on my hands.

Every proclamation related to someone redeeming themselves fills me with a wretched anger. Do not tell me you are seeking redemption; do it. Prove it to me. Show me that I can trust you, through actions not words.

My experiences have taught me that I will never have the love or care that I desire. No one will ever be there for me. I am alone in this world. I should die, avoid the inevitable suffering that is to come.

If this is the treatment I receive when they don’t know the true extent of my emotions, then why would I be foolish enough to take that leap of unrestricted self-expression? How can I be sure that I would be treated fairly, much less with any ounce of kindness?

For three years my internal self mantra has been “do it scared”. If I encounter a situation that seems larger than myself, larger than life, then I should tackle it fearfully. Acknowledge the fear, then conquer the issue regardless of its presence. Do it scared.