Do I Really Have To Fucking Die To Mean Something To Someone.

the undeniable, deep-rooted urge to call them some sort of title, some sort of ranking.

because they’re simply better than me, and i must address them as such. correct?

its very comforting to see fictives that are still connected to source,, I'm still very much like the person before and it's makes me sad when you hear about how everyone should seperate, giggles. You're honestly just a very comforting blog. Thank you..!

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well, thank you kindly, dear.

i’m strongly connected to my source, and my source memories. the trick is…and stick with me here…fuck everyone else.

if you want to be connected to source, you go right on ahead, dollface. if you don’t? rock on. who gives a damn what the world thinks. be the change you want to see.

thank you for saying my blog is comforting, though, i do sincerely appreciate that.

filthy, gross, disgusting mutt. posting on tumblr as if they’ll see, praying they’ll tell you what to do? pathetic. and stupid, if you think about it.

you are not a good dog.

I said things you didn't like..

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you are quite within your right to say things i do not like.

i do not tolerate negative self-talk here. not from others, at least.

that was all. you have not upset me.

TW.

force me to tell you my fears.

i prefer to check up on people. it makes me feel good when everyone else feels good!

i’m scared that if i end it all, no one will notice. and everyone who does notice will simply move on.

i like when people remember the small things about me! it makes me feel special.

no one knows what my favorite color is.

i like to think that everybody is a friend!

i get so, so deeply fearful when i’m unliked.

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.

tw.

my skin is scrubbed raw and red. my head is pounding and i’m shaking feebly. as i run the water, washing the sink out, watching red and clear mix and swirl down the drain, and as i wipe the spit from my lips, flushing the toilet and watching nothing but bile swirl down it’s own respective drain, i slump agains the wall.

is this really where i’ve gotten myself in life?

Hehheh, I think its ok. But if you arent careful this sick, broken woman might get the idea that she can relearn how to be loved../ch -⛓

anyone, and everyone, can learn to be loved.

in all honesty my preference leans towards not getting hurt, but that doesnt mean much to me as long as i get to have you, be yours in whatever way you desire. as far as i am aware most people that interact with blogs like this are just parasocial and obsessive but i want so much more then that.. -⛓

want to be more that parasocial and obsessive? i’m afraid i can’t give that to you without knowing your identity, anon.

in “whatever way i desire”? you sound like you’re truly in the throughs of obsession, anon. it’s enough to make a guy hot around the collar.

You are definitely odd, but in a good way. I like you. but yeah i’m definitely not gonna go and think about that answer for the next few weeks /lh

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think about it how?

do tell, anon, i’m curious.

are you, as you said, “a little” possessive over me? does it go beyond that?

now you’ve got me curious.