Tw. You Know The Drill.
tw. you know the drill.
i’m nothing but a devoted mutt. a dirty, cheap whore. a disgusting, vile being that exists only for the pleasure of others.
i need someone to adore, someone to hurt me and love me, all at the same time. without a special person, a favorite person, i’m useless.
what good is a useless mutt?
i’m awful. no one will ever need me like i need them. i’m too damn needy…i cry when i get degraded too harshly, and when i get praised because i don’t deserve kind words ever, and when you leave me alone too long.
no one will ever need me like i need them.
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I just want to be soft
Why am I so angry, so harsh, so violent, so destroying.
It’s unfair
the swirl of reddish pink down the drain makes me reminisce on my better days.
it was so much easier when we all wore jumpsuits on the tulpar.
i’m going to burn in hell. and i’ll take nothing but the sweet memories of you with me.
Of course i can be patient, I haven’t told you who I am yet have I? I hope your movie is good :3
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it was a good movie, i enjoyed it!
now, as for patience. thank for being such.
how has your day been, anon?
im sorry,, i didnt mean to make you uncomfortable... im still scared to reveal myself so i might wait before i message you. hype myself up or something.. if you think you know you can message me i think..
i now realise i was spiralling, and you shouldnt have to deal with that. im going to go ground myself or something, maybe nap.. hope your day goes well and you look after yourself.
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you look after yourself as well. you haven’t made me uncomfortable. you can take all the time you need.
Hi :3
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hello!
a sorrowful source memory…? [tw]
i distinctly remember the aftermath of a particularly rough argument.
he accused me of never caring, of planning to leave. the jimmy i knew was quick to emotion, in every sense of the word: he was quick to fall in love as he was quick to anger. as this argument progressed, our voices were raised higher and higher. it got to the point where my own throat was sore, just from trying to be heard over his frantic yelling. once the end of the argument came about, we both took off to different rooms of the apartment we were sharing at the time. the apartment wasn’t anything too special, just somewhere we could crash when we weren’t doing shipments. he ended up in his (our shared) bedroom, and i ended up pacing the kitchen. about an hour later, he sulked out from the bedroom, and came to me in the kitchen. about 30 minutes into the wait, i decided that food could be a good peace offering, so i was cooking. nothing too extreme, just eggs, as we didn’t have much else in the apartment. i could hear him creep up behind me, wrapping his arms around my middle and laying his forehead on the back of my shoulder.
it was those tender moments that reminded me why i stuck around, why i adore/d him, why i was the sole devotee.
this is turning into a vent blog, and i hate it. i’m supposed to stay happy, and blissful, and the one people can depend on.
i’m a sorry excuse for a captain.
hmm . thinking ... you'd kinda furrow your eyebrow a bit, yer lips would be pressed into a thin line, your eye would twitch if you were concentrating too hard on trying to look determined.
it's the little things, captain. the ones you gloss over and the ones i catch. now, that quip about you being a grown man? yeah. but what are you to me?
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i’m your captain, and your friend, of course.
who says i gloss over them? i do my best to catch all the little quirks about all of you. it helps me adapt better to the people i’m around, to help them and take care of them in a more meaningful way.
i can handle being treated like shit over and over again, but i can not handle you leaving me
