when I said my account was a safe place, I was excluding the problem men.
The goods one are welcome and loved, but the bad ones? I let God deal with you.
in a song i heard the lyrics
“he only loves me when I rot with him”
and those words tested their way through my being until they rested in the wound I cannot touch, cannot heal, and cannot see.
Rotting
love
two words i’ve often always associated with eachother despite a part of me believing in the purity of love.
A purity i reach for but cannot touch, perhaps one i never can.
“he” only loves me when i rot with “him”
when my eyes lose light as the mention of his name and i have to remind myself that i’m no longer rotting.
But it’s hard to believe that when a part of you is still stained in his sheets, when the taste is still in your mouth, when you see him when you close your eyes.
rotting
when my bones pierced my skin, my body rejecting what he gives me, shaking, when he gets near.
He only loves me when I rot when i’m sick
when he can manipulate and lie
with him.
look I'm a disability studies scholar so I know why people are like this. but. people really do get so pressed about the dumbest shit. why do you care if someone has multiple people in their head? why do you care if someone is existing with a mobility aid in your line of sight? why do you care if someone takes a couple extra seconds to formulate a sentence? even if you don't believe that someone is legitimately disabled (which is bad on its own. but still). what do you lose by just taking people at face value? and what do you gain by living life as an angry little ass all the time?
“The way people treat you is a statement of who they are as a human being. It’s not a statement about you.”
— Unknown
oh to be able to cover a letter that I have spilled my heart onto in a confession of love with my lipstick so that the love of my life can treasure the little bit of me that has mad the distance.
Reblog is this is a safe space for the identities theses flags represent pls follow too
Hehehe I’m a demiboy <3
I am no longer explaining my chronic illnesses. I'm only ominously referencing them like I'm a fantasy realm NPC dropping plot hooks:
I am besieged by the affliction
The ritual was successful, but it has drained me. I need time to recuperate.
I can't do that, because of The Curse
Dark forces are conspiring within me. I must conserve my strength to battle them.
Unseen foes assault me. I cannot strike back with blows, but I can lessen their influence by consuming certain alchemical rites.
you ever get so upset you almost throw up?