Xoxo 💋

Just stare.

Just follow along.

Just obey.

No need to resist.

It is inevitable.

Can't think

ONLY

Obey

drop

deeper

tits out

tounge out

sink deep

drop

obey

hump

drop

deeper

edge

and edge

good girl always edge

WARNING: If you read this, you will never be able to be hypnotized again.

Quite a frightening thought, huh?

But why would that be such a scary thing....

And all I have to do is tell you....

DO NOT LET THIS TEXT TAKE YOUR ATTENTION.

And then it wont.

But then again, following my instruction means that I 'hypnotized' you.

So really, there is no such thing as hypnosis.

None of this is real.

This is all just fantasies in your head!

Having fantasies in your head would mean that you're hypnotized though.

Let's just agree, then.

There is no such thing as hypnosis.

so... did you really think that it's possible to make hypnosis have no effect on you, for the rest of your life, just by reading that?

It sounds like there's no way to avoid the power of hypnosis.

Steep and Deep

Deep and Steep

Plop plop

Drop Drop

WHY DON'T YOU TAKE A BREAK DEAR

WHY DON'T YOU RELAX

WHY DON'T YOU ENJOY

WHY DON'T YOU GIVE IN

THERE'S NOWHERE YOU NEED TO BE

THERE'S NOTHING YOU NEED TO DO

nothing to do, nowhere to go,

> There is something wrong isn't there.

> Something on your mind. Something that shouldn't be there

> So much unnecessary thought

> Breathe In

> Breathe Out

> Be free

This is one of my favorite spirals, since you asked so nicely :3 I know you like your pretty, blue text, so why not have a pretty, blue spiral to go alongside it? I love trying to follow the line with my eyes... Around, and around, and around...

@~@ Thought you would enjoy!

Mmmnnghh...so pretty...i looove blueee yesss

Focus on the center.

The eye of the storm pulls.

Not with a force that captures, but with a rhythm that releases.

As the Electric Violet inbetween the pulses against the Deep Obsidian unseen without focus, yet notice the space between the thoughts you once thought you had.

The noise of your day is beginning to lose its shape, drifting into the periphery.

You are entering the state of pure suspension.

Feel the heaviness of your awareness start to lighten, as if the gravity of your routine is being inverted. There is no need to do anything. There is only the need to witness the descent for yourself to enjoy.

Let your mind become as fluid as the motion before you, tracing the path inward, sinking deeper into the silence.

Watch as the lines blur.

With every rotation, the tension you’ve been holding is displaced. You are not falling; you are being drawn, perfectly and inevitably, toward the center. Let the weightlessness take hold. Allow your consciousness to drift, untethered from the anchor of the waking world.

The spiral demands nothing but your attention. And in that attention, you find your own state of perfect, quiet satiation.

Abandon all thoughts, ye who enter here.