Oh, Pain! That’s Not Good.
Oh, pain! That’s not good.
Someone looked down at their foot, the thickened skin torn and chewed. They’d peeled too many layers and their nail stabbed through the last one, the corner of their heel was trickling blood.
Panic welled up, they didn’t like blood. Blood meant something was wrong, something was hurt. Blood stays on the inside, they cannot bleed—shaky breaths, shaking, shallow, breaths. Why are they so worked up? They had forgotten why, why can’t they remember anymore?
Not that they ever could, not that they couldn’t, they can’t remember.
Another stab of pain brings them back, they’d begun picking, picking, picking, again. It’s a bad habit. They applied pressure to the wound. That was what they were supposed to do, right? They lifted their hand and thought for a moment.
No, don’t pick at their hand! They couldn't pick their hand, people would see it, it’d be exploited—shaky breaths, slower, deeper, breaths. Is that even your hand?
You need to calm down.
Your eyes flickered to the wall in front of you, where were you? It didn’t seem familiar, but then again, you weren’t familiar with anything.
The wall was? Gray? You squinted, it didn’t look like any color, more like a mash of pixels on a broken screen. Maybe it was your eyes that were broken. Your breath slowed.
You pondered the idea that you were just looking at a screen, perhaps it's just a post on tumblr that’s dragging you in by the collar. You blinked.
Turning your head, you realized it was dark in this room. Too dark, someones hand reached back towards your foot. You paused, you remembered.
Their breath sped up, They don’t like the dark. What’s around them? Their vision focused, blood pounded in their ears. Someones in there. Wait. You’re the someone.
You remembered again. You’re the someone. You listened for a moment, nothing. You’re the someone. You took a deep breath. You’re the someone.
You’re in your room, what time is it? No, that’d stress you out more. Your eyes were heavy, maybe you’re tired.
You look at what you’re sitting on, it’s your bed. Looking at it makes you ache, you hadn’t slept due to your fears. The bed was so inviting and you were so, so tired.
You felt yourself lie down and breathe.
And everything was okay.
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Ok...? Why are u telling me this like ur gonna get ur ass beat 😭🙏
Like... Gimme 10 reasons why you should be ashamed.
Don't listen to others, dude, it's who you are, accept it. Nobody knows what you do in your free time so don't bother worrying about things people cant see <3 just continue being you and quit worrying, I'm sure 70% of us have atleast one weird kink/fetish. They're probs just projecting by saying how weird it is lol
As long as what you do is consensual, doesn't hurt anyone/isn't acted out irl if it is dangerous, then don't worry, nothing is wrong <3
Even if it's problematic, it's not bad if you don't act on it :3
This is how I feel emotionally
*gripping your shoulders and shaking you* you gotta promise me one thing, if nothing else. you have to promise me to live, do you hear me. and if it's for nothing else but spite, LIVE. donald trump wants you to feel defeated and alone. let's show him and all the americans who voted for him that we will not stay quiet, we will not be devided and we will LIVE. we will survive that 78-year old felon, we will OUTLIVE him. so please reach out to friends and family, reach out to each other and STAND TOGETHER.
PLEASE, LIVE!
If I had a nickle for everytime I forgot what I what I was going to say as I said it I'd have
Things almost every author needs to research
How bodies decompose
Wilderness survival skills
Mob mentality
Other cultures
What it takes for a human to die in a given situation
Common tropes in your genre
Average weather for your setting
crazy how fanfic authors drop the most beautiful and gorgeous pieces of work ever, leaving you speechless and sobbing at three in the morning as you quietly contemplate the masterpiece you just read
and they don’t get paid for it they just do it because they’re having fun and they want to share their joy with you
like I would literally die for all of you fanfic authors out there reblog to swear your allegiance to fanfic authors
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