#thisissoshitty

[letmeeatyoursoul]

nam gyu’s dirty secrets

⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖ he fantasizes about having a threesome with you and thanos

⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖ this man def steals your clothes and sprays them in his cologne so you smell like him

⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖ hes also a creep but nothing you would find uncomfortable, like stealing your panties and literally every chance he gets, looking at the nudes you’ve sent him

⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖ i think he really likes the idea of watching you and thanos make out and fuck in front of him, but he wouldn’t admit that

⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖ he has deep fantasies about trying nasty ass kinks… shibari, dacryphilia, chokeplay but honestly i feel like he wouldn’t be into cnc like that

excuse me for how short and kinda boring this is i had freshly gardened beforehand.. request for really any squid game character and i will write about them! I also dont write rape or scat/piss or really any out there stuff.

[onsecondthoughtno]

he angered

[mmeagss]

I have always invested my time into boys who are assholes and only want to hook up. But it was SO different with him. He's such an amazing guy and I fucked it up, I ruined our friendship. I've always been the one to get hurt and I thought it was the most horrible feeling in the world. But then, I hurt him and I hurt myself and that pain is so much worse.

[treadinglightly]

When I was three years old, I watched from the top of the staircase as daddy chucked beer bottles at the walls, and looked so disoriented that I almost forgot he was my father. I ran back to my bed and heard mommy hysterically cry while my older sister covered my eyes in tears. When mommy told me not to fall in love, I felt shivers run down my spine. After seeing the way daddy acted, I promised myself I would never make any boy in the world, my world. Daddy left for a while after that. I visited him when I was 5 years old through a bulletproof window. He was in an orange jumpsuit. When I was eleven, I sat in the front of the class and avoided the group of loud and obnoxious boys in the back. I think my morality kept them away for a little bit until one day 4 boys gathered around my desk during lunch, and struck me with cold stares and arms around my shoulders. I could feel my heart beating in the back of my throat which had me thinking I was choking. Turns out, I was having a panic attack. I was diagnosed with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder at the age of 12. I made my first friend in grade 8. She was celestial and alluring and made every boy drool over her. On a Saturday night, she proudly told me that she arranged a date for an older boy and I. Sudden cringes and flashbacks of mommy having ashes in her hair and bruises on her heart. I cant forget the blood. All of that blood. So I wore a dress down to my knees, and kept my jacket zipped up the whole time. After all, security is power in the eyes of a man. The summer before high school, I had a crush. It took me 14 years to accept the fact that not every boy who wears the same cologne as my father would treat me how he treated my mother. It was the end of my freshman year, and I was left with pieces of my heart scattered on the bathroom floor, a ghost of my lovers hand haunting my inner thigh, and the absence of my sanity. 72 painkillers, 9 stitches later and a broken promise. In the hospital, daddy visited me. Being on a heavy amount of sedatives and thinking I was hallucinating, I felt somebody touch my hand. I came back into reality and noticed he was wearing the same orange jumpsuit he was wearing years ago. I woke up a few hours later, and overheard the nurses say "Just a patient having a psychotic episode in her sleep. She will be fine." I was admitted to a psychiatric hospital for three months before I realized that the nurse was probably right. Maybe someday daddy will educate himself on understanding the mental abuse he has caused. Maybe someday I'll stop dating boys who are like him; blue eyed and a history of touching somebody once and then leaving.

On dating boys like my father pt. 1 (via @selfloathingdaisy)

[givingemhellsince97]

Stupid Love Poem

It's so aggravating I've always thought of myself as a decent writer I could describe the sun without saying yellow or hot, I could tell you how I felt, in more words that you'd ever said to me, but you were a problem. I can't for the life of me figure out how to put you in a poem, or how to describe how you make me feel. Because baby, this is all new to me. That's not true, for the most part because relationships are reoccurring. But you're like my center. It may be the way that you say I love you or your voice goes soft when you say hello. But that can't be it because those things don't make me fall in love with a person. Or at least they didn't until you came along. But now with every damn word you say, and every time that your long out of self hatred woven fingers run through your hair I find myself wishing that it was me. Now when you tilt your head back, I see areas vacant for my kisses and dark purple bruises. That spot on your neck, when tilted at just the right angle, seems as if it's meant just for me. Your arms could wrap around me, pull me in, and make me forget that unloving hands ever roamed my body. I want to steal your hoodies, and wear them with absolutely nothing because what could be better than being completely and utterly smothered in your smell. I can think of a few things actually. You could rest your lips on mine for several hours, have conversations, that are not indeed dialect, but simple exchange of lip movements, where you draw me in. Our bodies could move in such sync, that we'd both forget that there's only been a few times where we'd actually wanted this. Can we take a moment to talk about your smile? It's the smile that I want erupted in the middle of kissing you. Like a volcano please. You're like a force of making me try. Making me bend back and forth between give you space or love you more. I can't ever begin to say, that this isn't a love poem. Because it is, it's such a love poem, that I'm actually worried. It's like you're peeling away at my layers and going deeper and deeper, it's getting harder to say I don't need you, and even harder not to longingly miss you. I'm not lying when I say, that you're my late night thoughts and early morning wake up call Your name on my screen, it's just comfortable. You've become a part of me, a part that I'm going to have such a hard time missing. Please don't ever do that, don't become a missing piece I'll have to find it again. I don't want you to do that. I'm not keen on asking for things but please don't let me go.

[j-uaxoo]

All I want is girl friends that actually want to hang out with me and be my friend

[ironcrowned]

I hate that I'm going to go through this again. I know how much it hurt last time and I don't want to hurt that much again.

[ashleyukie]

I’m infectious.