Hello Good Vibes.

☾ Rachel. Ascendant: ♐️, Sun: ♏️, Moon: ♒️. On a journey to self love. Feminist. Book lover. Stoner. Bisexual. Sexual assault survivor. 30. Looking into different religions. Peace. Love. Meditation. Incense. Radiohead. Candles. Crystals. Acupuncture. Tea. Oddities. Tattoo's. Piercings. Cats. Recovering. ☾ "A great sorrow, and one that I am only beginning to understand: we don't get to choose our own hearts. We can't make ourselves want what's good for us, or what's good for other people. We don't get to choose the people we are."

[mynorthernattitude]

the hottest part of sex is when i take off my glasses and put them in a safe place

[basil-mage]

Puppy with flower

Drawing about healing with C-ptsd

[smiles-advice]

congratulations on making it through another really difficult year.

I hope the next one is kinder to you.

and I'm really glad you're around to see it.

[throathole]

The way that grown men react to Greta thunberg is actually so terrifying

[throathole]

Men when presented with a woman whose words and political actions they disagree with resort to either

1.) talking about how ugly they find her and describing in detail how she’s a disgusting cow who needs to keep her mouth shut

Or

2.) describing how she should be raped / how a good fuck will apparently fix her and again, make her shut her mouth

[honeybandaids]

committing to living slow this winter. i’ll snuggle with my boyfriend late at night and sleep in when i can. i’ll take the time to tidy up my room and kitchen. i’ll buy less, and when i do need something, i will go to a physical shop to choose it. i’ll make myself lots of coffee and teas to keep my body and soul warm. i’ll do my work mindfully and with few distractions. i’ll read before bed. i’ll make time for my hobbies. i will not force myself into a lifestyle that does not fulfill me, that does not bring me joy, and that ends up burning me out. i will nurture myself this winter.

[digitaldulc]

i love underconsumption with the stuff i buy, yes everything i wear is thrifted, yes all my shoes are thrifted, yes my dresser and desk are thrifted!! i love using things till they rot and shrivel, i love recycling random things!!

i love the little things that i’ve collected over the years that hold more sentiment to me than the things that weren’t bought thrifted. i love thrifting!!! i love reusing!!!

[yoyoshui]

My stomach twists because of how much I love you.

My teeth ache for your flesh,

I salivate at the thought of you,

your scent sparks a hunger inside of me.

I want you. I need you. I CRAVE you.

The sound of your ribs cracking as I open you up;

it’s the most angelic thing I’ve ever heard.

I’ve never felt anything so soft, I say, your heart in my hands.

It hasn’t stopped beating.

Let my esophagus guide you to where you belong, inside of me.

Every single nerve in my body feels electrified by your taste.

I’ll savor every moment—I can feel pieces of you run through me.

My stomach twists, my body tries to reject it— but yet I continue to crave you so.

I will keep you down, I will keep you safe.

No part of you will go to waste.

I love you so much.

You’ll stay with me forever.

I told you; I’d make you apart of me.

Your teeth were made to tear me apart.

I love you.

I can’t stand to be without you.

I need to be one with you.

My body jumps at the sight of your teeth,

An instinct inside beckons you to devour me.

A voice inside me that keeps repeating;

Eat me. Eat me. Eat me.

I’ll pry your jaw open for me to crawl in and roll about on tongue.

I want to feel those pearly whites sink into my flesh, break skin, and dig in.

Sink.

Break.

Dig.

Don’t hesitate, just chew.

Intertwine my guts between your fingers, hold me down, and relish in my soft tissue.

Savor every part of me— down to the marrow.

I feel at peace as I delve into you further, piece by piece.

I love how attentive you are, not even a slice of me will be left behind.

Don’t let me up, swallow me.

Tear me open.

Eat every last inch of me.

Enjoy how tender I am for you.

Let the taste of what’s left of me haunt you,

I love you.

[yoyoshui]

The intimacy of cannibalism

There’s a certain level of intimacy only found in cannibalism, something raw, messy, and vulnerable. Purest in all forms yet simultaneously grotesque.

There is no space to hide deceit if you’re stripped from the flesh down to the bone. No place to hide any secrets, everything is meticulously laid out in front of you.

You can’t have cannibalism without obsession. Obsession is what truly wraps the mind, reaches down into the pit of the host’s stomach, infecting every single one of the their senses. Like a dog fixated on a bone, they’ll chase, and chase, and chase but it’s already too late. It’s a parasite, an infection of the brain really, one that there’s no cure for.

There is no satisfying that hunger, they’ll always want more. They’ll keep needing to go deeper to reach that same high they get with their beloved. A beautiful disease it is, to love someone down to their bare bones. Is there more pure a love than that?

After you’ve peeled back flesh, tear through muscle, cut through tendons, break through bone; what do you still have left? That love, that insatiable hunger that haunts.

The memory will haunt the host for the rest of eternity, plague their thoughts till their very last breath. The host now can never forget their beloved. This feeling was set in stone the moment they sunk their teeth into their beloved’s flesh. They’ll never be able to rid the image of it from their mind, the specific scent of their beloveds bone marrow, the slow cracking of ribs reminiscent of a clock hand turning, the squelch and squash of guts between fingers; and of course not the delicate beat of their beloveds heart as it fades within their cupped hands. This, this is the purest form of love, in some twisted way.

The host will eat every part despite their body rejecting it every step of the way. The gagging, the tears trying to keep them down, the painful twists and turns of knots in their stomach as if their beloved was desperately trying to claw their way out but to no avail. The host will chew, and chew, and chew. Sealed by the torment by the pieces of their beloved inside them. They’ll swear they can still feel their beloveds heart beat sinking within their stomach, swear they can feel each lung rise and deflate simultaneously, go insane from hearing their beloveds voice echoing inside their head, all day, every night. Till the end of time.

Love immortalized by guilt, a constant reminder of a lover now resides within the host.

Even death will not do you part, for you are one.

Isn’t that beautiful?

A/N: did you know the scent of bone marrow varies from animal to animal? it also varies from factors such as: freshness, diet of animal, age of animal. Biology is so diverse it’s crazy

[cluster-c-pds-culture-is]

DPD culture is thinking that you only have BPD but not feeling it right about it, then learning about DPD and everything just clicks.

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[cluster-c-pds-culture-is]

Cluster c culture is constantly going to your depended people to ask if you should do anything otherwise you don't trust yourself to do it

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[hello-good-vibes]

[jenesaiscloud]

you may think your only options are

but in fact you can

[heartshapelocket]

[gay-jewish-bucky]

cluster a and cluster c culture is constantly being left out of conversations about personality disorders while still facing intense stigma and social isolation for your symptoms :/

[bl0w-m3]

Yeah my coping mechanisms “aren’t healthy” but I haven’t died yet so where’s my fuckin trophy.

[melxhunter]

I feel like there are a lot of people out there who needs to hear this:

If you dropped out of school because of diagnosed (or undiagnosed) ADHD, Autism, ADD, OCD, Dyslexia, Anxiety, Depression, Bipolar disorder, psychotic disorders, schizophrenia etc… You did not fail. The education system failed you.

[traumaxprincess]