i don't know who needs to hear this, but guilt, self-hatred and shame are not sustainable sources of growth and healing. you can't hate yourself into feeling better, or being better. you can't repeatedly punish yourself for your flawed humanity and expect wholesome results.
I want to have you on my lap, your back against my chest as you face the mirror in front of us and watch my fingers rub your clit before slowly sinking into you. Look at yourself, princess, watch how pretty you look when I fuck you. Look at your thighs, your hips, your breasts, watch how your body reacts to my touch. You're a masterpiece, did you know that? Such a beautiful girl and you're all mine, can you see that? You love when I tell you how pretty you are, don't you? You're so wet, sweet girl, taking my fingers like a good girl as I mark your neck, kissing and biting your skin so you think of me when you stand in front of a mirror again.
This post is about lesbian sex, men and minors dni.
some of yall will be like "be gay do crime!!!" but then torrenting is too scary n diy hrt/medication is too dangerous and shoplifting is too risky and i think the only crime u guys r comfortable committing is "being" illegal in a country you'll never visit who's people you've never had to recognise as actual human beings
Cannot FUCKING stand when my loose leaf tea says to add tea in tablespoons instead of teaspoons. I'm sorry, bitch. Am I making tea or am I making a table. Let me double fucking check.
A while back my pharmacist saw my deadname on my profile and accidentially called it out, he corrected and deleted my deadname from the system so only my preferred name shows up now. There was a crowd of people behind me, so as he hands over the pills he apologized, in equal tone and volume as when he called my deadname and lied saying it's been a long day and he didn't mean to call out -his own- name. I quietly told him it was fine and he didn't need to do that for my sake.
His response: "No, it's my name now."
I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.
Bro literally deadnamed me once, and has committed to flat out stealing my deadname. It's his now. Legally. Officially. I over heard his co-workers call him by the name.
too real :(