Calypso's Chaos Corner

oh to be touched through my underwear.. fingers tracing my cunt and dick till i'm left a wet and whiney mess

in a shocking turn of events repressing your emotions doesn't make them disappear

you're cute and it's tuesday

Actually, you are enough. Even if you don’t work. Or study. Or go out. Or have friends. Or have family. You’re enough because you exist and your existence is enough to be enough because you are not a product. You are not a sum of output. You are not a task to complete. But because you are something the universe wanted and put here even if you’ll never understand why. Somewhere in the cosmos your existence makes a difference, even if it’s not the way others existences do.

The version of you from five years ago would be so proud of who you are right now. Even if it doesn't feel like enough yet. Especially then. She would be proud.

Investing in your appearance is an act of self-respect. the good moisturizer. the outfit that makes you feel powerful. the haircut that reminds you who you are. worth it.

Endless loop

Imagine you’re my pet girlfriend and we’re out shopping. You seem to have wandered off, so I use a remote vibrator we put in you before leaving the house. I turn it on when I can’t find you. It triggers your response to come find Daddy.

i think the hottest look you can give someone after they commit acts of unspeakable violence is approval. like don't get me wrong if there's lust there too that's great, but staring at someone with gore dripping down their chin and coating their hands to the wrists with undisguised appraisal and admiration. maybe giving them a little nod as if to say 'well done'. THAT'S what says "yeah we're gonna fuck nasty later".

"i could fix him" well i could pat him on the head and tell him he's a good boy