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wow i took the love languages test and i got fucking
That isnāt one of the languages friend. You should really take it again so that you can find a way of having true connection rather than hedonistic fleeting pleasure masquerading as intimacy :)
Happiness Will Come To You.
when tho
When You Least Expect It. Probably Late March
reblog for happiness to come for you in late march!
sometimes a story is about gay sex because there is no gay sex. sometimes a story revolves around the gay sex that is not happening
Do you ever stop feeling invisible?
Some times I feel like I only get negative attention. That no one sees the real me but also that the real me isnāt worth seeing.
Beth Evans
What if I want to be a e-girl/slut/ porn star?
I am so burnt out. I am so tired of the rat race. I have having to get up and work so the rich keep getting rich and everyone else just barely makes it. Iām done beingĀ āgoodā. I have been living in the box they put me in my whole life.Ā āIām a ladyā. I sit properly, I never dress immodestly, I donāt try to flaunt my body. Just like they told me. People still sexualizedĀ me and tried to shame me for how my body naturally looks. I could be wearing an outfit that covers my whole body and someone will still make sexual comment on my breast or body. I canāt help how my body looks.Ā
My parents who gave me this body would say snide little comments or out right shame me forĀ āshowing off my assetsā or being fat. I canāt control how large my breast grow or how clothes sit on my body. They would get me clothes that donāt fit then, shame me for being fat. Now I look back on photos from that time and cry. I was never fat. I was thick or even chubby stuffed into ill fitting clothes. My body was developing and growing. I hated myself so much during that time that I wanted to die. It felt wrong to look the way I did. I would even been harassed by my peers if I wore something that accentuated my body. No one ever looked at me twice so I dressed frumpy to hide not only my body but the shame I felt for looking the way that I do. It was easier to tell myself that I was fat and ugly than confront the fact that the people around me failed me and set me up for failure. The day I realized I was never fat and that there was no shame in being me I broke down. I cried for hours at all the wasted time. All the times I hid from picture. The fear of eating in front of other and being seen as fat. It was like a wind blew away some of the pain and the vail lifted. Slowly but surely i began to accept myself.
I was able to admit that I love sex and have been fascinated by it since I was a kid. The porn stars/sex workers seemed beautiful and confident. They respected each other, their bodies and they made a lot of money. I thought sex work seemed a little scary but beautiful and freeing. I wished I could be as free as they were. I was a late bloomer due to the fear of being taken advantage of and from being shamed into thinking that it was wrong for a woman to want pleasure like that. I used to think I was someone who was truly unlovable due to my appearance. How could anyone love a fat girl? How could anyone want me? they only want me because of my boobs or vagina but they donāt actually want ME. Is what I used to think all the time.
I had a small porn addiction to cope with the shame of not expressing myself. I fell into debauchery just to try and figure out how to please myself. The shame of it all became part of the pleasure. It made me feel something other than disgust for myself. I was watching hardcore BDSM just to feel something, ANYTHING before I was even 12. I wanted to look and stare at their bodies, see their expression as they lost themselves to the pleasure. I was jealous and envious. I eventually figured out how to please myself by the time I was 17 and I had sex for the first time at 20. I felt so late to everything. Even now everyone tells me how men/women would love my body and how attractive it is but I still struggle to find beauty in myself. I just see all the parts Iāve wanted to cut off since I was a child and people say they love that.Ā
I admit that I want to be a sex worker. I donāt want a 9-5 job that kills my soul. I donāt want to be aĀ āgood girlā who listens to what others tell her. I donāt want to live in the box anymore, feeling like itās wrong to be myself. I love sex. Iām good at sex. I like sucking dick and fucking. Watching someone lose themselves to pleasure gives me pleasure. I want to be a stripper and flaunt the body I was shamed into hiding. I want to be a whore and fuck for money. I want to be a porn star and fuck beautiful people and get paid for it. I want to feel free and move past self judgment. I want to enjoy myself and get paid for it. There is no reward for being a good and moral person. I have worked so hard to live up to the standards they gave me and still failed. Even when I did everything right, followed their rules, lived the life they planned for me and I was still scolded, ignored, and neglected. I never got a reward for doing what they wanted barely even a pat on the back. Just moreĀ āadviceā on how I couldāve done better.
So now I'll take things into my own hands. Iāll do what I want. Iāll be safe and smart. Iāll find mentors and go to munches to learn. Iāll do everything I want and more. Iāll love myself unconditionally. Iāll have pleasure and make money. There is nothing wrong with wanting a life for myself that no one one else in my family has. As long as I am free, happy, and paid I donāt think I need much else.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā
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Guys this completely changed my writing, heed it. I often do an entire draft just looking at sentence variation and oftentimes the results are absolutely transformative in the difference.
This is very very good advice, and absolutely worth following. Read this. Read it again. Follow it. Your writing will get much, much better.
whenever i see this post i am like goddamn this is so true
Whats ur art process??? The masses are dying to know
I feel like my art process is disorganized but usually I do a sketch (or sometimes I just start throwing lines around if Iām just doodling) and then do lineart, then flats, and then shading and lighting which may or may not turn into something more rendered if I decide to. I usually also add backgrounds last cuz Iām bad with them. Hereās a thing I made for an ask a while ago, and here is a post going more into depth about how I shade
Iām Alive!!!
been gone for years but now Iām home
TBH, I really donāt mind wearing a mask. No one recognizes you unless itās someone who knows you well. Men donāt tell you to smile. No one can tell if you put on make up or forgot to brush your teeth. You donāt have to do that weird half-smile thing if you accidentally make eye contact with someone. Plus itās like an instant read on ādoes this person have a basic level of consideration for othersā.
my toxic ass thoughts as they keep me up at 2 am:
literally me last night crying about my mom laughing in my face while i was already on the verge of tears(because of my cat) because she beat me in an unrelated competition and it was funny to her that i love my cat with all my heart and he (currently) doesnāt love me. Then gets mad at me for crying and getting upset. THen tells me if she hurt my feelings its MY fault for letting my feeling get hurt. This was after we just had a conversation about my anxiety, depression, and suicidal thoughts and why i never said anything about it, to her, for literally half my life. I canāt even look at her the same anymore.
teaching children that they are allowed to walk away and cool off if they are feeling overwhelmed might literally save their life as teens/adults
could save other ppls lives too.
OMG, Those Ricks though! I live for this! The signs <3
The Rick holding the āproud of my grandsonā sign killed me
wtf iām actually tearing up looking at these ???
āRicks died to save Mortyāsā interesting in wondering when or what heās talking about or if he means just in general maybe c137 isnāt the only one like him
Also āI love my Mortyā good lord if you think Iām not gonna interpret that improperly you are wrong
