Tired Boy

Okay. I’m going to explain how is it like to depend on someone. I’m going to tell you that this is the most fucked up thing in life that could happen to anyone. A fp will take you to the sky, will make you feel alive, but will also make you feel mad and suicidal. They will make you feel things you never knew you could feel. They will make you feel anxious and angry everytime they take a while to reply, they will leave you thinking they found another person to pay attention or that they don’t love you anymore. They will make you feel dead when they go out with their friends, without you. They will make you feel hate for they friends, just because their friends probably make them happy too, and you’re the only one who can make your fp happy. You’ll feel like a puppy at his door, waiting for him to come back. They will make you feel alive everytime they are with you talking to you, and paying attention exclusively to you. They will make you want to live forever. But they will also make you feel bad when they talk to someone else. Or when they play a game. Or when they get happy without you. You will feel jealous of everything. Because that’s what they make you feel. You’ll get jealous because how can they get happy with anything when you can only get happy when they are there for you? How do they let it happen? They should only feel happy and have joy when with you only. And no one and nothing else. But they’re so different from us. They don’t get us. They don’t understand our feelings. How intense they are. They don’t know how is it to depend their mood on someone. To idolize them and later thinking they are the worst person in the world. They won’t understand why you’re going to have a breakdown at 3am saying that they didn’t stayed enough with you. Or that they didn’t talk to you enough. Because the time you give to them is always going to be enough. They don’t understand why we get mad at their friends, at their things, at games they play, at everything. Because they don’t feel the same. They don’t feel the same emptiness like us. The depressive mood and emptiness you get when you remember they don’t really love you like you love them. And this. This is going to hurt you a lot. This is going to break you in half. Because nobody knows how is it to have an fp, unless you have one. And let me tell you: it’s one of the worst things in life.

Cashapp: $OliverGraham9

there will not be a restock. it’s time to start picking normal names

uguu pardner~~

i found this lizard in my kitchen licking a marshmallow

Alright I’m honestly getting tired of this. Please fucking reblog and spread this around as much as you can. If you don’t, then you’re pretty much on the same end as the man that responded to my dear friend in the email, who is also a victim of sexual abuse. PATRICK SIZEMORE, the man that fucking raped me, punched me and then continued to punch me after yelling at him to stop many times, is an abusive, evil piece of shit. And my friends have done all that they can to get him fucking banned and spread awareness all over the media to prevent further harm and this is the fucking reply that one of them got, and it fucking furiates me cause it feels like a big fat FUCK YOU not only to her but to me and the ones that have been hurt by him. There’s been two cases for this piece of fucking shit already yet fetlife gives her a fucking time out for “outting” him. Boo fucking hoo. He’s a fucking rapist and physical+emotional abuser. Fuck you fetlife.

Patrick Sizemore itll take me years (perhaps my entire lifetime) to come to terms with everything ive ever gone through because of you. but you? You will never be able to cope with the fact that youre a monster who is so fucking unhappy with himself and your past that you hurt others to feel better about all of your insecurities. one day I will feel better. the only way I’ll ever see you is in my night terrors but you’ll have to wake up everyday and see yourself in the mirror. I will remember you as Patrick Sizemore age 33 blonde hair, blue eyes, lanky and tall. you’ll have to see yourself daily. One day your frame will change, your birthday has and will (again) pass, youll lose your hair and your teeth and even if you dye your hair or gain weight or change your name you will always have to live with the fact that you are Patrick Sizemore, serial rapist, physical/mental/emotional abuser and someone who has had 2 (to my knowledge) cases opened up against you. Even if you try and start a new life and nobody knows who you are, your interactions with anybody will give you away. You can’t help but to be evil. You have no control and that’s your biggest fear. It always has been. You have no more control. You’ve never had it and you hate it. As time passes, I will only remember you the way I last saw you; your face stretched with that gut wrenching smile. But one day you won’t have power over anybody at all and it’ll eat away at you and when that time comes you’ll resent yourself and live with the same trauma you’ve inflicted on us. Patrick Sizemore even though you’ve brutally raped and beat me over and over and over its YOU who I feel sorry for.

guess who made horny cowboy emogies instead of writing her essay

bespoke: wearing a chastity cage but as a top and telling your sub they’ll have to find the key if they wanna get fucked

Imagine the relief washing over their face when they finally get the key, unlock it, and then get thrown down and have their brains fucked out as a reward.

Ask and you shall recieve