i eat infant babies

[agaywolf]

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[ieatinfantbabies]

one day i’ll accept that i’m a woman and what my purpose is

[ieatinfantbabies]

you want someone i could never be. you want a rough, jagged man who knows exactly what you want. you want fun suburban friends with nice cars and money to spend on you. i’m a trashy woman with nothing but tits and an attitude, i know what people like me are meant for. i know you hate it. you don’t like other people seeing me the way they’re bound to. i wish i was what you wanted and needed.

[ieatinfantbabies]

i wish i was a man

[ieatinfantbabies]

i hope you move back here and i hope you’re dreading not being able to have me

[ieatinfantbabies]

i wish you really did love me. you’re so fucking mean

[ieatinfantbabies]

you care so much more about the concept of love than you do caring about the people you love

[ieatinfantbabies]

i wish i was worth waiting for

[ieatinfantbabies]

you only want me when you’re lonely

[ieatinfantbabies]

i know i’ll end up a whore again, and you’ll hate me for it

[ieatinfantbabies]

sorry man can’t talk to you anymore i’m too busy aching over the wounds you keep reopening

[ieatinfantbabies]

everything always aches

[ieatinfantbabies]

i wish you understood how much i despise intimacy and how much it means when i try to share it with you. how puritanical. my body isn’t sacred or divine in any capacity and yet i choose to gatekeep it. i think it means something to share it when in truth it means nothing to you. you only seem to care about my attention when you refuse to give me yours, and my attention isn’t my body. my body doesn’t mean anything. you seem to crave intimacy a lot. maybe it doesn’t matter from me because i’m not a man.

[ieatinfantbabies]

one day i’ll be good enough that you won’t have anything to complain about with me, one day i can be kinder to myself without a snide remark or reminder of my shortcomings. it’s okay. you love me

[ieatinfantbabies]

i’ll never meet your standards

[ieatinfantbabies]

i wish the post-isolation love and desperation wasn’t just a rouse to get me back into your life. i wish your love for me was real because i feel it all of the time and you only feel it when you’re sad

[ieatinfantbabies]

i hate having to keep men on standby to fill my time because you don’t talk to me unless you’re horny or desperate