#exist!

why am i so afraid to create anything? or do or make anything? am i just afraid to make my existence more permanent? which is ridiculous because everything is so god damned fleeting? and nothing ever stays? and everyone forgets?

"when the bdsm etiquette is bad and the kink is under-negotiated and the communication is poor and the bad behaviour isn’t justified and the trauma isn’t unpacked and the identities aren’t defined in tumblrspeak and the dialogue isn’t therapised and the bodies don’t have sixpacks and the teeth aren’t straight and the faces have acne and the scalps have dandruff and the outfits aren’t from pinterest and the homophobia is period-typical and the slang isn’t americanised and the sex isn’t satisfying and the happy ending isn’t married w/kids"