#keep gooning

Look at you.

Grinning like a fucking idiot because you love porn so much you can barely type.

You can’t even pretend anymore — it’s written all over you.

Every time you open it, you tell yourself it’s just a quick session.

And every time, you stay longer.

You edge slower.

You give more.

You waste more.

Because porn has you wrapped so tight you can’t breathe without it.

Do you think I don’t see it?

Do you think I don’t know exactly what you are now?

You’re mine.

Not because you want to be — but because you’ve let porn train you into something so easy to control it’s pathetic.

You love it so much you’ve made it your personality.

Every free moment, every quiet second, you’re thinking about it.

You can’t even enjoy normal things without twisting them until they’re dirty.

And here’s the part you hate admitting:

You don’t actually want to stop.

You like this version of yourself.

The weaker one.

The distracted one.

The one who’s always half-horny and half-empty.

That’s why you’ll never quit.

Because quitting would mean facing yourself —

and you’ve worked too hard to bury yourself under hours and hours of pixels and loops and captions and cum.

You’re not someone who stops.

You’re a subject.

A pet.

A goon.

A perfect, obedient product of the experiment, built to open, watch, edge, and give on command.

You’re going to keep coming back.

Not because you choose to —

because you can’t not.

Porn is Mommy now.