I would like to share with you all some absolutely raw advice my mom gave me about my anxiety today

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I would like to share with you all some absolutely raw advice my mom gave me about my anxiety today
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people who tell you to stop reading the news to "regulate your nervous system" do not have your best interests at heart. if following current events makes you spiral you probably need a better analytical frame, not less information
and the analytical frame you need is probably dialectical materialism
i'm totally crazy, i freak out all the time, but you know what helps me most? learning. reading. studying. discussing. sometimes you do need a nap, but sometimes you need a conversation with someone more knowledgeable/experienced, or a day at the (physical or digital) library. and really i think everyone has a different baseline emotional register that's best for them and their circumstances, but i recommend aiming to feel solid and anchored, not necessarily "calm." of course we won't feel "calm" after reading about genocide. but if we approach what we're reading correctly, it can strengthen our resolve; feed our fighting spirit; show us paths to liberation. a lot of people in my life have diagnosed me with "revolutionary optimism" and wonder how i maintain that mindset but i'm not an optimist by nature, it all comes from studying
Let’s climb on and chew and get chomped by mama
Me, seeing the first frame of this video: Oh, mama's at the end of her rope. :')
she seems a lil stressed
۶ৎ “just the tip” with satoru during ovulation week
you’re not supposed to be doing this.
he’s not even in you. that was the rule. that was the compromise—dry humping only, hands above the waist, no slipping, no skin, no tip, no nothing, you promised, swore up and down that you could behave, that it was just about the pressure, the friction, the grind, the way his sweats catch your clit just right when you angle your hips and rock down slow—
but that was twenty minutes ago.
and now your panties are soaked, his dick’s leaking, your thighs are trembling, and you’ve already cum twice with your face buried in his neck like that’s gonna hide anything.
“satoru,” you gasp, rocking down again and again and again, desperate and slick and not even pretending anymore.
he grunts. his fingers dig bruises into your hips.
“jesus christ, baby,” he groans, “you’re getting it everywhere.”
you can feel it—wet cotton, sticky fabric, the hot mess you’ve both made of yourselves just from humping like fucking teenagers, and it’s not enough, it’s not enough, it’s not—
“just the tip,” you whisper.
he stares up at you.
“baby—”
“just the tip, please.”
and then you’re already shifting, already dragging his sweats down just enough, already pulling your panties to the side, already sinking onto him with one long, slow grind that makes you both go silent at the same time.
he doesn’t even push in. he doesn’t have to. your cunt takes him.
nerdjo my beloved 😻
need more yuuta and yuuji goofmaxxing
Love a sleepy, unassuming man who you cannot trust to not stir and flip you over to fuck you slow and deep, pressing you to the mattress with his whole weight mid nap if you so much as tease him
ran into the capra demon at the grocery store today and he had those two fuckin dogs with him the whole time no leash or anything
the problem with people praising how fast you can read things as a kid is that as an adult you retain that hyper-fast reading speed, only for its only actual application to still just be making other people go “wow you read so fast!”
need to whine “you’re so mean” to him only for him to coo and respond “I know.”
god, your worst warrior needs money
he’s gentle with everything else.
you’ve seen the way he speaks to strangers, always polite. the way he kneels to tie your shoe, grabs your favorite snack without you asking, rubs little circles into your back when you’re falling asleep. he listens when you talk—really listens, like every word out of your mouth deserves to be framed and hung on a wall. he laughs quietly, never raises his voice. his touch, out there in the world, is always featherlight.
but in here?
he’s rough. brutal, even.
“look at me,” he snaps, voice low, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs as he pushes them back, forces them wider. “you’re gonna take all of it, yeah? you’re gonna be a good fucking girl for me.”
and you do—because he asked. because it’s him.
your sweet boy with the soft hands and soft voice and the meanest cock you’ve ever taken in your life.
he’s big. thick enough to stretch you open slow, then cruel enough to bottom out in one sharp thrust that makes you cry out like you’ve been slapped. your back arches, breath knocked from your lungs, eyes wide and wet, but he just grins.
“that’s it, baby,” he pants, one hand clamped tight around your waist to hold you still while he grinds deeper, like he’s trying to live inside you. “so fuckin’ tight—god, you’re squeezing me like you don’t wanna let go.”
you don’t. but it’s too much. your body trembles under him, already overstimulated, raw at the edges, and he knows it. he uses it, tilts his hips just right, drives into that sore, swollen spot with vicious rhythm, punching broken moans out of your throat.
“cry all you want,” he growls, dragging your face toward his, lips brushing yours. “you’re still gonna take it. you begged for this, remember?”
your legs are shaking. one hand grips the sheets like they might anchor you to earth, the other claws helplessly at his back, searching for something solid while he fucks you like he hates you.
but his eyes—god, his eyes—they never stop looking at you. even when he’s splitting you open, when he’s got one hand wrapped around your throat and the other pushing your knees back until you can’t move at all, he’s looking at you with love. with reverence. like he’d still carry you to the bath after, even if you came on his cock until your voice gave out.
“you’re mine,” he whispers, voice suddenly softer even as his hips snap harder. “you’ll always be mine.”
and afterward, when your limbs won’t stop trembling and your body’s aching in the best kind of way, he pulls you close, presses kisses to your shoulder, brushes the hair from your face and smiles like he didn’t just fuck the living soul out of you.
“i’ll run you a bath,” he murmurs. “you did so good for me. such a good girl.”
just another dream