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@de4db0y
Who? What? Where?
The name is Cassidy. I'm 21 years old. Best way to describe myself is as a messy guy.
I live in my head, constantly daydream and I'm in dire need of friends but those are hard to come by or so I've heard.
I love smudged heavy eyeliner from the night before, Marlboro menthol 100s and platform converse shoes.
Introduce yourself, make my day.
Why is everyone so obsessed with power and having a strong presence?
We have to make way for those with a more submissive personality, not everyone has to rule their own life, sometimes letting others take control is okay.
In a world in which coherent speech and a strong presence is encouraged we often neglect to represent those who look like they know nothing and have the eyes of a deer.
It’s okay to not speak up for yourself sometimes, it’s okay to let someone else lead, it’s okay to allow others to maneuver you, we don’t have to be in control all the time, it’s exhausting.
Let someone else carry the burden of choice, today you can be someone’s prince with your lips a pillow of velvet red, dripping, spilling, velvet red…
Hit me, but do it gently please.
Just enough for it to sting but not leave a mark.
Because once you brand me I'm yours, I don't think you want me to be.
Your inner indecisiveness is an ocean in which I drown, up and down, up and down, mouthful after mouthful of salt as the waves wane and wax against me.
When the tide is low kiss me, when the floods come strike me, let it out, so we may both be okay at the expense of my bruises.
Bruises fade, silence sticks. Make me a sunset of violet if you wish just please, oh, please let your voice stay.
Yearning.
There's always an inner yearning in my heart that I can't get rid of. Even within a relationship this yearning exists for a love that simply is not possible within this realm.
The yearning takes form in a sort of spiritual torture, an inner turmoil that is always in the back of my head like a cut that won't heal and stings every time you accidentally touch it.
I want to be fucked, spiritually, as my physical body has had enough of other's flesh against it, it's a crude thing to say but nothing can replace the truth.
Fulfilling this yearning is beyond anyone's capabilities, even my own, and that scares me.