KRASH

The dopest ghost in ATX. Music is my lifeforce. My best friend I am so fortunate to also call wife. My Mama and Pops both gone to live in the clouds but one day, goddamn they gonna be proud

[amphetakitty]

Can we all just take a minute and really look at this??? Waaaaaat.~

[intelligentdeviant]

"Sometimes the best helping hand you can get is a good, firm push."

[Joann Thomas]

[baby--monster-deactivated202001]

I honestly just need to be beat.

Be beat black and blue and bloody until the floodgates open and the tears stream down my cheeks and all the pain flows outward with my screams.

Each strike, each blow, each smack bringing me closer to healing.

Only through pain can I be released from pain.

It has been 4 years - FOUR YEARS - since I have received a proper beating, a properly cathartic, emotional release.

The submissive in me, the masochist in me, she aches, and longs to serve and suffer, but the girl in me? She hurts, emotionally, and she desperately needs an emotional release that has, in the past, only been achieved through the heightened intensity of a lengthy play session accompanied by soothing, guiding dialogue.

[gemmasplayroom]

HEY GUYS,

I don’t want to see your dick

I don’t want to see your dick

I don’t want to see your dick

I don’t want to see your dick

I don’t want to see your dick

I don’t want to see your dick

I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOUR DICK

[gemmasplayroom]

She looks so innocent.

Hard to believe she’s oh so delightfully wicked 😈

[soulformyowner-deactivated20250]

In twenty words or less, "Submission frees me because..."

…without a strong anchor point, I’m a slave to the cruel and chaotic winds of my brain.

[silenceglaivesaturn]

Submission is only submission if it includes the hard times

“There are going to be times, when you don’t want to submit to me–when things are tough, when you’re mad at me, when you feel like you hate me–will you still submit me to me, then?

"Yes, of course, ” I remember saying. “But that’ll never happen. You’re perfect and you make me so happy.”

And I remember him chuckling to himself, jovially. “It will, baby,” he said. “It will, and that’s okay. The important thing is that we keep our promises to each other when things get tough.”

“I will,” I said. “I promise.”

And up until recently, that hadn’t been tested. But inevitably, as all relationships ebb and flow as time goes by, our relationship has been tested more and more as of late. And yesterday was the first time the thought struck me not to follow my rules. I remember sitting in my bed and thinking defiantly that I wasn’t going to clean my room or the kitchen. That he didn’t get that right, right now. That I felt sad and alone and I could do whatever I wanted.

But I didn’t. I cleaned everything up. Put everything away. And did more chores than I normally do. Because what is submission if it only includes the good times? It’s not. Submission that only exists when it’s fun or easy or sexy, is not submission at all. It’s play.

My Sir is there to steady me, to ground me, and to keep me safe–when the goings are good and the goings are tough. He doesn’t get to pick and choose and neither do I.

My submission is yours. Always.

[mydarkestreveries]

I love seeing her like this. Seeing her having taken the time to prepare herself for me. Seeing her displaying her knowledge of what pleases me. Seeing her offering herself, without reservation. Seeing her waiting for me to make whatever choices are mine to make. Seeing her ready to endure the pain that will soon come. At times like these, I often pause and savor what my eyes see. One must fully treasure the contrast between the proper woman she presents, and the complete mess she is about to become. Such moments are so magical, they fuel your brain with an abundance of delightful chemicals. 

But do no be mistaken about the nature of these emotions. They are not merely derived from kinky sex. Of course, in due time, this will undoubtedly lead to sex, and, kinks will be plentiful. But, at this moment in time, I am sitting ten feet away, sipping on a glass of Islay single malt scotch, neat of course. I am admiring her, all of her, everything about her. Patiently standing, unable to see me, fully vulnerable, offering all she is, ready to obey all my commands. I am mesmerized, my thoughts drift away from the present. I am contemplating who she is. I care deeply for her. Her needs are my needs. Whether these needs are related to her health, her work, her family or even her dog, is irrelevant. Whether she is aware of these needs or not, is irrelevant. Her needs, whatever they are, are my needs. I see her. I also see her needs toward me. I see her need to serve me. I see her need to hurt for me. She has opened new doors for me. She has made it possible for me to be myself. I feel vulnerable. I feel seen.

Drink in hand, my eyes on her, she awaits her fate. 

I love seeing her like this. Even though she has yet to be touched, our connection has been strengthened. I am soaking in the essence of what brings us together, my acceptance of her gift, and the responsabilities that come with accepting such a gift. D/s is not something we do, it isn't kink, it isn't play. It is everywhere. D/s is who we are. 

I love seeing her like this, because it shows how each of us feels seen.

I love seeing her like this, because, she is my Cherished Property.

[under-the-knife]

Low // Wage War

Please don’t remove my caption

[fuckyourbrokenheart]

VARIALS

[a-ghost-in-the-mirror]

your music taste sucks. i think you are a fake heroin addict and post "personal" photos for unnecessary attention. also, you are an inconsiderate and ugly human being.

Well FUCK, ya got me! Definitely spend my time faking a serious/debilitating condition for validation bc attention from strangers on the internet is THAT important to me. What ever would I do without people like you? You’ve taught me so much about myself!

Move along now, wouldn’t wanna miss the D.A.R.E. rally now would you? Don’t you have *your own* parents to be off somewhere disappointing?

[a-ghost-in-the-mirror]

Hi, can you do 1000 subs strips?

LOL sure, soon as I rob the pharmacy. I’ll get right on that

[a-ghost-in-the-mirror]

Are you still active?

Back at it again

[amphetakitty]

Can we all just take a minute and really look at this??? Waaaaaat.~

[sixpenceee]

Pokeball in a jar: Sometimes it would be great to give a beautiful message in a special way. This is a wonderful alternative to a traditional greeting card. The special message that he or she will always have at their side, on the nightstand, desk, even in pocket… it will absolutely bring a smile to their face and make they’ll instantly feel good!

[smokemethhailsatann]

You lose a lot of people living the life we did.

I should have never listened when they told me to just leave her. That you’d take yourself down and I didn’t want the guilt of being part of the process. I should have never left. I should have known you needed help, and most importantly you needed me. I should have given up and gotten sober right then and there. I invited you to my party. You said, “we should go halves on an eightball,” and it was nothing, bet. “I’m clean but one more time won’t hurt it’s your bday we’re celebrating, it’s not like it’s Heroin..” It wasn’t then, but eventually it would be again. And all that would be written was that you passed from a brief illness – But it wasn’t brief. It was years of pain, you’d seen leading up to this. I ended up pushing you away, I’m proud of myself for saying that I didnt want to be apart of your relapse, but they were someone else’s words. When I finally left, you reached out to me. You missed me, but I still kept you at a distance. Had I only listened and realized how true when that bitch put an end to me and you that I was too soft for this life. I had a heart and it was no good. Id be stepped on. Id be walked over. I couldnt handle it. I cant blame myself anymore for what I did/didn’t say. I can’t cloud my mind with thoughts of what I didn’t do and expect to change it. Nobody will ever be you. . I never really sat with the weight of what you meant to me.

You told me I was young. I’m the same age now as you were when you said that to me. You told me I needed to get away from all this, that I didnt think it was a problem, but you were also once me.

I wish I could have been you sometimes because living with the regret of leaving you when I know how strong now that I can be is drowning me. All these things I’ve done for others out of regret, all the times I hurt myself, or others hurt me I thought that I deserved it, but I never really understood myself enough to know what I’d need. And what I need is to stop trying to fix others because it kills me inside that I couldn’t fix you. I thought you were better. I thought I was a bad influence. I thought if I left you would be better off.

I let others mouths control my thoughts. I nees to stop replaying the pain of losing you every time I meet another broken soul. I cant save everyone, and each time it hurts more and more. I cant hurt myself anymore. I’m sorry for what I didn’t do for you, but I’m better now and what I need most is me at my best.

So I’ll sit with this all for a while, but I know I need to let go. I’ll remember all those little things about you. I’ll remember when we first met, and I’ll remember our last goodbye. I’ll look at the photos and watch the videos. I’ll keep you safe inside my mind. I cant pretend you were never there. I will live with this every day for the rest of my life.

But I will live.

[a-ghost-in-the-mirror]

O u c h

[thelovelybones124-deactivated20]

You ever just be like damn, I wanna fuck …