hold my head against your chest, gag me on your fingers, and tell me how pretty I sound when my throat is being fucked🥰
I can't get enough of you, i'm obsessed.
I love your voice, i love your hands and love to hear you breathe. i wish i could touch you all day and never let go. i need you i need you i need you. please stay with me forever.
me vs the inescapable urge to bite the skin off my lips until there’s none left
I crave the softness of your bare skin like I crave sunshine. It's no longer simply a desire, but a necessity. It's your graze...some kind of electricity in the air that reminds me how addictive you are. I crave the way you taste..the way you melt into every touch, every kiss, every scratch. Your body belongs to me, and every time we fuck- you remind me nobody else makes you feel so good.. so needed. Maybe it makes you crave me.
It's like the sun was made to make him glow. The sun may have come first, but he makes it seem as though it was nothing before him
i wish i could have met you sooner. i wish i could have been your friend for years. wish that we grew up together. we could’ve played together in the streets and in the parks. i wish i could have fell in love with you sooner
because now youre gone
A part of suicidal ideation or self harm no one talks about is the numbness to the subject that comes with it. I sit and scroll through pages and pages of cries for help, suicide notes and plans and feel nothing. No worry, no concern, no crushing feeling in my chest. Nothing. Those familiar feelings are now replaced with a strange familiarity, a kind of comfort that it’s not just me.
Fuck. When did it get to this
Self harm doesn’t always happen when a blade touches skin.
It’s skipping meals because you don’t feel like you deserve to eat today. It’s having sex because you want to be used or abused or defiled. It’s drinking recklessly because you might have the ‘courage’ do something stupid. It’s smoking - not because you need the nicotine - because you know it’s bad for you. It’s banging your head against a wall when you’re angry. It’s crossing the road without looking because you lowkey hope a car might hit you. It’s thinking about all the ways you could break a bone and make it look like an accident. It’s not taking painkillers because you want to suffer. It’s taking painkillers in excess because you know it’s dangerous. It’s walking home the more dangerous way because you’re kind of half hoping you’ll get attacked or raped or stabbed. It’s going for long walks at night and getting chilled to the bone and hoping that you get lost so that you can’t find your way back. It’s seeking out triggering material. It’s all the stupid little ways you punish yourself for existing.
Sometimes self harm happens when you put effort into depriving yourself of things you like or need, and sometimes it happens when you don’t put any effort into doing the things you like or need.
It’s a pattern of self-destructive behaviour, and it doesn’t only happen in one way.
This sort of behavior is classified as “para-suicidal” It’s putting yourself in a situation of danger or destruction with the intention of risking your safety rather than a direct attempt on your life. Kind of, leaving it all to chance? Also doing things to harm yourself or your self worth because you feel you deserve to feel the outcome of those actions.
people just LOVE hurting me. is that fun? are you all having fun? are u satisfied? are u happy?? are u fucking happy?!!!?
there is so much hurt and sadness inside of me and i have no idea how to control it anymore
Anybody else feel disgusted when you're actually happy and having fun