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[injuredsoullessfrog]

[andiv3r]

"If you could have any superpower, what w-"

Shapeshifting. Shapeshifting shapeshifting shapeshifting. I'm a transgender therian, what the fuck did you think I would pick.

[wowlookwhosspirallingagain]

i crave being someone’s first choice so bad. why does no one ever choose me over others?

[giselliezzzzz]

Opening up is like talking to a cop, anything you say can and will be used against you

[xmel-bones]

˚₊‧꒰ა Przeczytaj ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Motylki aktywne na wrzesień - zostawcie coś po sobie જ⁀➴

Moje kochane gąsieniczki też zachęcam ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

Zaobserwuje was wszystkich ᐟᐟ☆

Chudej nocy ୨ৎ Życze wszystkim szybkiego ugw

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Post wstawiony: 01:46 18/08/2024r.

[yikes-belly]

I love when we don’t acknowledge it. I make a pan of lasagna and we sit at the table with the nice tablecloth and candles lit and you chatter about your day. I serve you another slice. We talk about what we should do this weekend. I serve you another slice. Your cheeks look rosy in the candlelight and the wine is making me warm and affectionate. I serve you another slice. You’re complaining about the jerk at work but you’re also looking a little full. We’ve finished the lasagna and I bring out the cheesecake. We don’t acknowledge it but you look up at me with heavy, dark eyes as I put some down in front of you. I do most of the talking while we eat dessert. You’re concentrating now on finishing everything I give you, keeping up the charade that you’re not stuffed to the gills with most of the meal I’ve made for the two of us. I know you’re at your limit but I play oblivious and ask if you want more. My resolve almost breaks as I hear the faintest little whimper, but I keep playing the game, not letting you know yet how good you look, how full. I clear our dishes and I let you wait, heavy, bloated with food, probably unable to get up and help though we haven’t acknowledged that yet either. In a minute I’ll take mercy on you, maybe ask you innocently: is everything alright? You’ll deny it at first, because that’s fun for us; you know that I know that you’re packed tight and turned on about it, but you don’t want to admit it to me yet. And you’ll finally put a hand on your belly and look up at me pleadingly.

“I’m so full”

“Oh?”

“I ate too much”

“Aw, my poor baby”

“My tummy hurts”

And the dam breaks and I’m all over you. We held out long enough, and your sore tummy needs my attention. I did this to you, after all. We both know that you’ll eat anything I put in front of you, you just can’t help it, can you? It’s fun to pretend that I don’t notice how much you’re eating but the truth is, I watched you like a hawk. I saw the way you shifted uncomfortably in your chair when I got you thirds, I noticed the way your shirt clung to your belly after dessert, how your breathing got heavier and heavier as you got fuller and more turned on. You did so well for me, baby. Now let me take care of that full tummy of yours.

[3m0g1rlyyy]

Sometimes i look at my $elfharm scars and think “Damn it wasn’t even that deep”

[magg0t1nfested]

“where do you see yourself in 10 years?”

dead.

[han1w]

zajebales raz to zajebisz wiele razy:

[ufoscomeandgetmeplease]

”I feel like such a temporary person in everyone's life“

[injuredsoullessfrog]

[dol-emocjonalny]

jak się czuję po napiciu się litra wody przed posiłkiem żeby czuć się najedzona:

[wowlookwhosspirallingagain]

bpd culture is i just went from euphoria to rage to depression to rage again to derealization to emptiness to

[necroticghost]

why the fuck am I the way I am

[thisischeri]

Windows 95, 2000, XP and Vista disks

instagram: cheri.png

[wtfuglydevil]

i fucking love tearing my skin open it feels so so pure