She’s A 10… But She Just Needs You To Be Patient With Her Because She's Never Been Loved Properly.

i think to be hugged tight and long with a strap inside me would fix me actually

things people do after having a nightmare that isn’t crying

struggle to catch their breath

grab onto whatever’s close enough to ground themselves in reality

become nauseous / vomit

shake uncontrollably

sweat buckets

get a headache

things people do to combat having nightmares if they occur commonly

sleep near other people so they can hear the idle sounds of them completing tasks

move to a different sleeping spot than where they had the nightmare

leave tvs / radios / phones on with noise

just not sleep (if you want to go the insomnia route)

sleep during the day in bright rooms

things people with insomnia do

first, obviously, their ability to remember things and their coordination will go out the window

its likely they’ll become irritable or overly emotional

their body will start to ache, shake, and weaken

hallucinate if it’s been long enough

it becomes incredibly easy for them to get sick (and they probably will)

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Seina ✨

Condescending praise just does something to me

You’re just my easy little pet, aren’t you?

I love how desperate you get for me.

You would do anything just so I’d touch you, right? No, no, baby, don’t hide. I want to see your pretty eyes while you’re grinding on my thigh.

Hm, what would people think if they saw their cute princess acting like a such needy little slut, hm?

You got this wet just because we made out? My, my, I’m going to have a lot of fun with you.

No baby, you’re not allowed to cum yet. Why the tears? It’s not my fault you got close this fast. Let me have my fun playing with my little toy. You do want to make me happy, don’t you? *grasps my chin to make me nod my head* Then stop whining and take everything I’m giving you.

Gosh, I love seeing you cry for me. It’s when you look the prettiest.

Isn’t it funny how you pretend to be this mouthy brat all day, yet as soon as I get on top of you, you fall silent? I don’t even have to tie you down. You just know your place, right bunny? *pinches my nipple while kissing the tip of my nose*

can you infodump to me? (i love you) is this overwhelming? (i love you) is this the right texture? (i love you) is it ok to touch you? (i love you) do you want the subtitles on? (i love you) do you want to go somewhere less noisy? (i love you)

roses of restraint by Oliver Ler Marinkoski

Let me love you possessively. Let me slip into your mind and take root, curling around your thoughts until I am in everything.

Let me take care of you, not just when you're soft and willing in my arms, but when the world is too loud, and it feels like you're breaking at the seams.

Let me show you that the only one who’s allowed to break you… is me. Because I will break you beautifully.

I will break you in moans and shivers, in tears and trembling gasps. I will break you with my hands, my mouth, my words until your body forgets how to hold itself up without my touch.

And then… I will put you back together.

Tenderly. Reverently. Over and over again, until you understand that the only way you’ll ever fall apart in this life… is so I can be the one to gather your pieces.

And kiss every part of you that you’ve been told is undeserving of love.

Things no one tells you about when you’ve been mentally ill for years and it won’t get better

— everyone will give up on you. Some will say it upfront, some will have indirect ways of showing it (you’re a lucky mf if you still have someone )

— your symptoms/ breakdowns/ panic attacks are cute for a few months. Everyone wants to help. Later on people find them annoying and inconvenient

— you will be blamed for not getting better. Doesn’t matter if you’re doing therapy, taking meds, exercising, eating well and sleeping. You can do all of it, some of it or none of it. They will find fault in your efforts.

— desensitization to your pain. This one isn’t their fault, it’s human nature. But it happens and yes it hurts cuz you would wish you were desensitized to your own pain but you have to feel it no matter what. Doesn’t matter if it’s the millionth time. It demands to be felt.

— people move on. But you can’t. You see people cope and get over things while you simply can’t. And it’s so much worse if you’ve been mentally ill for years. Even the smallest things break you and trigger you.

— you slowly realize this world isn’t made for mentally ill people in any way

— you’re tired / fatigued all the time. You have been for years now. You simply exist but you aren’t capable of living anymore. Your illnesses have taken everything that made you feel alive. You’re nothing but a shell. A body.

dumbing down my smart girl with my tongue between her thighs until she can’t even remember her own name