it’s so fucked up i have to “work” and i not “bite something beautiful until my teeth are stained with its blood”
as is my purpose, as is written on my soul
a thing i need to work on is actually talking to people i like and want to foster relationships with instead of just thinking really positively of them often and not saying anything
thinking about the ttrpg character i played years ago who could shapeshift between different curated identities and had a story about becoming increasingly strained by feeling locked into one identity. hm.....
boys 👏 were 👏 made 👏 to 👏 be 👏 antagonised
if you didn't wanna be pulled around and made to squeak and squeal and yelp and moan by hot women then why did you decide to have such grabbable hips, hm? slut.
