#NO MORE PAIN

[dumblr]

And one morning, your name didn't hurt. I didn't stalk you, I didn't miss you. I was finally happy.

[watchyourbuck]

List of my kinks include (+18):

Buck and Eddie happy together.

[rawrsatthetree]

Dream job? I do not dream of labor. I dream of being a powerful vampires most beloved spawn and spending my days being pampered and doted on like a prized pet or even a doll.

[mia-nina-lilly]

My theory is that James – with his conscience and autonomy – can be brought back at least temporarily if the unicorn horn is used again. I believe it would be painful, as James would be struggling with both the compulsions from wearing the collar and the compulsions caused by the horn. It would be an absolute internal struggle, but I bet he would prefer it that way if he had the chance to say it, to live it, to tell Will what he's thinking, feeling, etc. truly.

[kemetic-dreams]

Sellin' my soul For material wishes Fast cars and bitches Wishin' I live my life a legend Immortalized in pictures- TUPAC SHAKUR

When I die, I wanna be a livin' legend, say my name Affiliated with this motherfuckin' game, with no more pain-TUPAC SHAKUR

[surgeonmommy]

Settle down in this chair, pet. I know you're anxious to get started, but we haven't properly set up now, have we? We need to tighten these straps, no need for you to struggle anymore. Don't you love the caress of my gloves? Doesn't the warmth almost feel foreign? Let's put this collar on you, so you keep your head up for me. Don't worry if it's a little too tight. Good job. Keep your eyes open, ok? I need to see where I'm going. Don't try to move your head away. I'm going to tap tap tap this pick gently under your eyelid, don't squirm now. Once I have it hammered far enough in, I'll ask you to tell me some last words. "Please," you might beg. "I'm sorry." might come after. Well so am I, dear patient of mine, but you're the perfect candidate. Besides, this doesn't negate your usefulness. I have plenty of fun left for you... Now focus on the feeling of your brain scrambling out of place... I want you to remember that, if you even can, think about that when you feel good from now on. Think about the kind doctors decision to help you, no cost. Aren't I so generous?

no romantic tags. no self insert. for u-0nm4-yk00.

[j0kb0x]

You guys know that feeling you get when you go through trauma and you’re like “i can’t let ANYONE feel this way ever again.” ? Thats how I feel with fucking Azteca and Khrysalis. If you guys need a storm to tempest his way through the main storyline for you, i’m your guy. Just dm me on tumblr.

[that-one-malereader-enthusiast]

WISDOM TEEF GONE, BUT THERES FOUR HOLES IN MY MOUTH, IM ON HEAVY PAIN KILLERS AND STUFF SO APOLOGIZES FOR NOT BEING AS ACTIVE THIS MONTH GUYS

[puppy-wife]

yyyyaayyyyyy morphineeeeeeee

[scotland-wolves]

[goldenpoet1]

I'm empty, soulless, and broken. I don't know anymore, I don't feel anymore, and what's left of me is pain. Hidden pain, I hide behind the smile, yes the smile that only wishes for happiness and peace in my mind. Yet I'm blind. So in the dark, I cry, one day life will be done with me like a common whore on the street. I whither away wishing to see my little brother someday. Who am I? I've forgotten as I grow empty and rotten. This world is not for me, one who is dark, lonely, and empty.

[soulinkpoetry]

When you’re in the company of a good friend, you forget your pain. That’s what makes them invaluable.

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[untoterxhund]

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his appointment is in an hour

[beatstarbitch]

will the suffering ever end? stay tuned

[artemiscalled]

Life was not a valuable gift, but death was. Life was a fever-dream made up of joys embittered by sorrows, pleasure poisoned by pain; a dream that was a nightmare-confusion of spasmodic and fleeting delights, ecstasies, exultations, happinesses, interspersed with long-drawn miseries, griefs, perils, horrors, disappointments, defeats, humiliations, and despairs--the heaviest curse devisable by divine ingenuity;

but death was sweet, death was gentle, death was kind; death healed the bruised spirit and the broken heart, and gave them rest and forgetfulness; death was man's best friend; when man could endure life no longer, death came and set him free.

- Mark Twain

[jadedgeologist]

Today's the trans day of remembrance.

Today is the sixth tdor that I've been trans for.

There was a time where I wasn't sure if I'd see another.

I'm doing so much better than I was before.