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she touches me and we are shocked to find my intimate areas thoroughly rotten

soft and jelly-like

my sex sloughs off of my body and hits the floor, slimy liquid landing heavily and melting into the carpet

she rests her hands on my breasts and they rupture, deflating as putrefied fluid dribbles down my body

she attempts to make love to the cavernous void left between my thighs and i feel nothing but insertion and movement

she ends up working herself to completion while i sit on my knees in bed beside her, watching her function so well

i find myself wishing to be like her, ramrod straight and pulsing with blood

the punchline arrives a couple years later, and i’m curled up on the floor of the bathtub, steaming hot water pelting down from the shower head onto my shivering frame

all that and i still don’t know what it’s like 

sword in sheath did not make the blade mine

i finger hopelessly at a harp with no strings, desperate to pluck out a single note from the empty space

it offers me nothing but thick blood and a deep fear of dark nights and solo travel

thanks, i guess

yall ever experience a terror of like. using social media incorrectly? i’ll get terrified that im not using messaging or ask boxes correctly. or i’m posting things incorrectly. which doesn’t make a lot of sense but it sure does still happen lol. i’m just shouting this out into the world so i can stop feeing so silly for being a little intimidated

You can't understate the profound effect these Natasha Allegri drawings had on an entire generation

it was not on wheat...

i started a new depression medication a week ago that also doubles as an adhd medication and i’ve been so productive??? i forgot how productive i can be when my brain makes the right chemicals. i’ve completed several projects. i finally finished cleaning out the last remnants of my depression room which id shoved into a corner. i scrubbed my entire bathroom clean. i’m less scared to converse with strangers online bc im less scared of somehow talking wrong. im putting art on my walls. i stacked all my plushies up on my bed to inspire more joy. the pull chain light in my closet has had a broken string ever since i moved in 2-3 years ago and i just realized i could fix it instead of living with it and now it’s a pretty sage green ribbon with a rabbit’s foot at the end. i fixed the light. i feel like god. i can do anything. i’m so incredibly medicated. the world is a beautiful place and it’s worth saving.

i hit the green tea so hard i can feel all the weather on earth happening at once

THIS IS WHAT GOOD PUSSY SOUNDS LIKE: [GEIGER COUNTER GOES WILD]

fully sober in the club googling frankenstein 1818 full text