#so whenever someone compliments me

[rosicheeks]

um hello your singing voice????? absolutely angelic, jfc i love hearing it so much, i could totally fall asleep to that voice 🥺💖 god i wish i could sing with you, or just listen to you while we cuddle idc 😘

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[yesmissnyx]

People who can turn Dom on a snap are the best people ^~^. Being goofy silly and fun when not in Dom mode is super super alluring because they are real people, so yes please post the blooper and if you like please share more of your natural site too in text posts or something. ❤

I got this ask about 5 months ago, and I have to say that whenever I see it, it helps remind me that I'm not only allowed to be more than just a Domme, but that my Domme style is appreciated.

I don't need to be a cruel, emotionless ice queen. I can be goofy and gentle and fun, and that doesn't make me any less dominant!

I can still make someone cry and beg and unravel them completely, even with a giggle and a warm smile on my face 😘

[tyranitarkisser]

Hi

[hauntedhopeghost]

Yeah...right...

tw: mentions of suicidal ideation, self-harm, imposter syndrome (oh hey look it makes a comeback how nice of you to join), RSD, and just overall brutal self-hatred.

just a vent.

you don’t know when you internalized the fact

that you’ll never be enough. 

maybe it was one day. one day of scolding that went too far. 

maybe it was slowly taken from you, bit by bit. like a chocolate bar cut in pieces. slowly being chewed away.

maybe it you were just born with it. created with the function coded into your head. 

though the last one didn’t make sense. how did people do anything? walking around with their brain saying they didn’t deserve the air they breathed. the space they took up. 

or maybe because you had people around you. who cared. but not enough. 

they clapped politely, without knowing how much it mattered. 

and so as soon as you started to fly, they shot you down. they didn’t want you to fly too close to the sun, after all. we all knew what happens to Icarus. 

but they injured you. they poked so many holes in the wax wings that you plummeted. towards the ocean. 

and you fell. 

so you stopped. you stopped flying for you. 

or maybe you never stopped. maybe you’re only here because they wanted you to. you never chose to be here, after all. you’re just here to make other people happy. 

what else are you worth? besides that? 

but making people happy isn’t working. they got upset at you. they said things that you can’t handle. 

how can you handle everyone else when you can’t handle this from the closest people in your life? how can you be yourself when all you were defined as was to make everyone care about you? 

you’re selfless. you’re so polite. you’re so mature for your age. 

you’re so kind. you’re so hard on yourself.

you’re so lazy. you’re so emotional. you’re such a crybaby. 

you can’t handle growing up if this is how you act with a small critique. you can’t sit here and stay in shock and want to hurl yourself out the window and scratch into arms until you bleed. 

you have work to do. 

but they’ll never understand how much it matters to you. they’ll never understand the spike.

the adrenaline and hop in your step and how the world seemed so much more colorful when someone gave you what you wanted. 

but just like the times when you were young. when you learned to suddenly stop laughing and learned to put a hurt expression on your face. because of all the times you were told your laughter was too loud. that the joke wasn’t even funny but it sounded hysterical to you. like those times. 

you had to be down-to-earth. or else no one would take you seriously. so with every achievement you didn’t need other people’s help to brush or insult them away. you did it yourself. 

you couldn’t take any compliments anymore. any perfect score was taken as luck. people are just complimenting you because they haven’t seen someone better yet. someone replaceable. 

or they were just flat-out lying. that’s a possibility. 

so you long to impress the people more skilled than you. you were taught to look up to them, after all. you long to impress them the same way they impressed you. 

or was it jealousy? were you jealous of them, possibly? you can’t be jealous. you’re supposed to be happy you hypocrite. 

you can’t count how many things that’ll never see the light of day again. how many hobbies you truly enjoyed but were ruined by comparing. or because no one cared enough about it. or how many words you’ve written but spoiled by judgment. 

and years and years of hating yourself.

you were born to hate yourself;  you were born to pretend you had any form of self-love at all. 

the only form of self-love came when you were emotionally exhausted. when you’re so tired you can’t think of anything but of how tired you were. 

you were selfish. though. selfish for thinking you could be the best.  selfish for thinking your ideas had any form of tact at all. 

they were stronger than you, that’s for sure. 

the people who were told they would never make it, and still made it. they’ll never be you. that’s for sure. you’re too sensitive. 

you think you could just get what you want without doing any work? how cute. you think you can make someone happy? when it’s you? when you’re the one trying? 

how…cute. 

you’re still that eight-year-old who hit themselves until their arms were red. you’re still that little kid who cried because “all the other kids have birthday parties! all the other kids have so many friends who don’t leave me!” you’re still that kid who cried after you didn’t win, waiting for reassurance and instead getting hit with the reality train. because you didn’t train enough. because you were seven fucking years old and you were crying in the car while they yelled at you. 

you were nine. you were nine and someone should’ve hugged you afterwards. you were nine and instead people said you weren’t good enough. that you should win first place and that the older kids got almost every single question right and even though you were the best, it was because everyone else was a failure. 

even though you made it further than the people almost twice your age. you still cried in the bathroom because you panicked. you froze up and you don’t deserve any of it. 

reality hit in: you aren’t that gifted kid anymore. you never were.

so none of your achievements were worth it. huh. that’s a shock. 

why don’t you just throw out the few prizes you have? if you had any at all. 

if you can’t make yourself happy: make everyone else happy instead. your mother was always telling you to have a goal set. to have a purpose in life so you wouldn’t try and kill yourself again. 

why can’t you do it? why can’t you just be like everyone else? 

all of the people who said they were impressed, said they liked what you did 

and whatnot. 

all liars. 

big. fat. liars. 

all of them. 

they’ll discover how much of a fraud you are. you're too unskilled to even be breathing air on this earth.

it’s easy to replace someone terrible. there’s people waiting in line already. 

so might as well point out your flaws before anyone bothers to. 

stupid. how stupid. 

[ruerock]

do yall also have that one specific part of the character design process in which your mind goes completely blank and if someone asked you how or why was it done you have absolutely no explanation

[nomx33]

sometimes I think about how last year this guy asked me if i had a twin sister because apparently there was a new kid who was chinese too...

ppl have always liked mistaking my brother and I for twins but that was new!

certainly not the first time someone asked me if some random other chinese kid was related to me though !!

[talkfastcal]

update i talked about the mutuals in therapy again tonight

[fingertipsmp3]

Need someone to make a “you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me” meme but with old school runescape

[ricoka]

Someone asked me about commissions earlier, which only happened to me once before by a friend, and I'm freaking out a bit, but more on the panicky side

[bass-alien]

one of the girls helping me at a local dispensary told me that my hair is beautiful and she probably doesn’t even know that telling me that made my entire day

[rosicheeks]

Hello my sweet soft trophy,

I see you are in sad girl hours and I am here to say that whilst I am all for you feeling your feelings, I will not let you put yourself down.

Every time you have graced us with a full face reveal it’s like a literal angel has appeared on my timeline. When you post pics of yourself it makes me start to believe in a creator because only some divine being could create something as beautiful as you.

You may be struggling to see the beauty in yourself right now but I guarantee there are people out there willing to give all their earthly possessions just to hold your hand.

These feelings will pass, my treasure, I promise.

[reikunrei]

how i feel when people remember me/think of me fondly without me prompting it first

[heartyearning]

im like saying nothing new but it is truly crazy to me how 20 yrs of age difference reacts to my being trans like i came out (aka i just said it bc i hadnt said it yet and i felt weird about it) to my coworker of 35 and she was like completely chill about it but still like ‘omg wow you’re so brave thank you for telling me’ / ‘i truly would never have guessed’ which like yk but then earlier i came out (aka just said it bc i needed to for an anecdote to work) to my 13 yr old coworker n she was so fucking unfazed she was just waiting for me to continue my story

[yikez]

me : *constantly talks to him* *asks for advice* *shows him exams from other classes* *tries to get his attention* *tries to get him to compliment me* *vaguely tells him about my issues so he asks about it*

also me : surely he doesn't know i see him as a father figure 😋👍

[iclimbtreestofeelalive]

compilation of blue eyed people missing the point in the notes. op god bless youre braver than any us marine

I think it should be illegal to make a fictional character with blue eyes, choose something else.

[lem-argentum]

HE IS SO.!!!!!! COMPLIMENTARY/!/!!!/!!!!!