I’m sorry I’m not good enough
I’m sorry I’m a failure
I’m sorry I will never be anyone
I’m sorry I’m not worth it
I wish I was never born
Having an emotionally absent but otherwise present father is fun stuff because you live with an unknown man your whole life and are supposed to put up with his shit AND love him like ex-fucking-cuse me
having bpd and also being a people pleaser is so weird because i will hate someone when they’re not with me and swear i’ll ignore them, and then 15 minutes later i’ll pick up their call and spend the next five hours with them
forget being a royal princess, being a scene princess is way better!
see? princess celestia and luna already get it :3
computer show me men with wet spots in their underwear. men making a mess in their boxers. men gasping and panting. men pressing their thighs together. men with trembling hands and sweat beading on their neck. men with warm, sweet skin between their thighs. men twitching. computer. computer can you hear me.
fear of rejection be making me act CRAAAAZYY
what if we were tussling and roughhousing and it suddenly got more intense. what if we went harder and harder at it until our noses are bloodied and chests were heaving and we separated with ragged breaths, checking over ourselves for damage. but then what if we catch each other staring, what if we start to reach for each other with shaking, exhausted arms. what if we kissed, tasted each other’s blood on our lips and tongues
in the mood to cuddle a cute sleepy boy in our pajama pants and play with his hair until he falls asleep in my arms i mean what i didn’t say anything