I Feel Like Throwing Up When Someone Compliments Me Because How Could You So Blatantly Lie To My Face

emotionally unstable, physically ugly but hey, i'm funny (i'm not)

im gonna bite him

i swear it will fix me if you just hit me hard enough

There is no slut shaming in this house, only slut encouragement

Physical Touch as a love language

I hate how physical touch as a love language gets mistaken as just sex. It's so much more than that and so much less at the same time. Like just snuggling or sitting next to them and laying on them, and having them trace circles on your arm just because it feels nice, or to have their fingers run through your hair, lightly scratching your scalp, or tracing their fingers along your neck because it gives you those wonderful goosebumps with how good it feels. It's putting your feet on their legs and holding their hand and taking really long, warm hugs and sitting on their lap and them giving you little massages because holy crap it feels so wonderful and I live for those goosebumps. Oh my goodness non-sexual physical touch as a love language.

My bpd symptoms aren't that bad if I don't care about anything, or let anyone get close to me, or leave my house or

I want to make a boy moan so loud that he has to bury his face into the crook of my neck to muffle the sound