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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫; 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬.

Welcome! I'm simply a lovesick baker. It's a pleasure of mine to meet you, dearest.

♡ ⸺ I have no intention of openly sharing my name, as it's one which I consider to be dead, and I haven't found a suitable replacement yet. However, you may refer to me as simply Baker.

♡ ⸺ My pronouns are they/them & he/him.

♡ ⸺ I'm currently twenty.

♡ ⸺ I will be using this blog of mine as the void in which I can write about my thoughts and feelings, with the use of Yanderecore as a coping mechanism. I'll be doing my best to tag everything properly, but still, be aware of any potential triggers, please. ♡ ⸺ On this matter, don't hesitate to let me know if you find anything that needs to be tagged as a possible trigger, as it might have escaped my mind. ♡ ⸺ I have no intention within my heart of glorifying these issues; this is purely a safe place where I can write, vent about these matters which consume my mind. Please, do not think for a second that I am unware of the unpleasant nature of such thoughts, feelings, sensations, behaviours; it's that there's not enough being capable of simply rationalizing the essence of those that can talk one out of mental illness. As is only natural to expect, block this blog of mine if it feels right, but do not report.

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Oh, looking for a specific baked sweet? Here's the small menu. 「 🍰 」 A Baker's Recipes. Chattering about anything and everything; though, this little blog of mine is more centered around being a place for me to talk about my mental health.

「 🍪 」 My Sweetest One and Only. My writings regarding my past darling — most of which are private now.

「 🥧 」 Sweet C(o)urse laced with Poison. These are my lovesick thoughts, my writings about all those red and pink colored feelings that reside within me.

「 🥞 」 Sweetest-Poisonous Relief. These are my feelings and thoughts which are not necessarily related to the aforementioned lovesickness. Between violence and a distorted perception of self, it's a sweet poison that encompasses more things; all the taste of blood coming from the pieces of broken mirror reflecting yours truly here.

「 💌 」 Ask. I promise I will respond to your sweet asks as soon as possible! Certainly, it's always an immense pleasure, covered in the magnificent taste of honey, to receive any and all writings and questions. Having said that, please, feel free to send them whenever you wish. The delight is entirely mine to read and respond. Naturally, my direct messages are—also—always open to anyone who wishes to talk.

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❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.❞

Dear,

I hope you are doing well,

Please help my family (16 person including 8 children )spread their campaign. They have been suffering and living in tents for ten months under bombing without any basic needs water,electricity,gas,sanitation facilities.

There is no humanity or mercy in the life in tents of the streets.

My family was forced to flee from the north after being besieged to the south under threat, leaving their home, safety and lives to live in a tragic situation.

Please don't leave us alone. Your kind contribution either through donating whatever you can or sharing my posts will be highly appreciated and valued

It’s vetted by @90_ghost , @mushroomjar (#15 part 2) and @a-shade-of-blue mentioned you in a post! , #276 List of verified Palestinians fundraiser >> vetted by @/el-shab-hussein

Thanks a lot

Of course!!

[Here's a reminder (to all my mutuals, and however may come across this post) to continue helping the people of Palestine however we can!]

#the lovesick baker #free palestine

Amidst the deafening silence of the night—everything's too loud, everything's too quiet—, sometimes, I find myself drowning in the desperate murmurs of someone who has become lost between their masks and can no longer understand themself in entirety. Not even in fragments, it seems, am I able to gain understanding of myself again.

[Again? Was there ever a time when this was possible?]

But the morning comes and, in the midst of my own all-consuming feeling of disgust at everyone and myself, I play the part of the gentle, soft-spoken person, for I don't know what I can do anymore, for this mask has become my own prison.

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I am only the slightest inconvenience away from simply deciding there is nothing wrong with me, as I proceed to engage in a sequence of all actions that demonstrate there is something rotting within me, wrong in all its most unspeakable senses.

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Wait did you take our legs away?

Now… I would rather say I simply removed an inconvenience from our path. When there is someone willing to take care of one in all aspects, then… What would be the use of these legs now?

Like I said, we wouldn't want something as pathetic as a brief confusion to lead to an escape attempt attempt to leave such mutual love behind, would we?

One of the content warnings I received, in a post in which I mentioned mutilating someone to death, was sexual themes; which sounds so absurd that it becomes amusing.

There's blood under my fingernails as my desperate need to maintain control over every aspect comes into conflict with the contempt I feel when someone is willing to be pushed around by someone else, to act like nothing but a doormat. Between such contempt—one which ignores the limits of the violence instigated by itself in every corner of my mind—and the hatred which consumes everything in its path as a rapidly spreading fire upon receiving opposition, who could truly say which would be worse?

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Oh? Were you truly convinced you could leave so easily? No, my angel, that's unacceptable.

Don't be unreasonable now. I'm clipping your wings because I love you. That's what you wanted, wasn't it? Someone who would love you oh-so much, who would do anything to have you.

Those were your words.

I'm taking the choice out of your hands. We wouldn't want you being able to go away simply because a momentary and nefarious confusion devoured that mind and heart of yours, would we?

Hold still for me, will you?

How meaningless.

How insignificant.

I'm growing more bored of people with each passing day. This emptiness is building its towering empire within my chest, and an ever-increasing disinterest is showing between the cracks in the mask I thought I had perfected.

My words are poorly performed. My thoughts are poorly articulated. Have they already noticed something is wrong?

Well, it doesn't matter. None of that truly matters.

How frustrating that everyone seems so insignificant, so meaningless.

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I'm on the verge of mutilating a person beyond the point of reasonable recognition—until death welcomes them into its arms—simply for breathing wrong in my direction.

Look, I'm not saying the whole world revolves around me. But it's rather sickening that people would think otherwise.

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I'm ace & sex repulsed too! Happy to see another one :)

-priscilla

Oh! What a sweet delight to see another one; I am rather happy as well! (ᵔᵕᵔ)

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Hello!

Hello! ( ・ᵕ・)ノ゛

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I suppose I won't know peace in fullness for a while.

Well… I will spend the rest of my life not knowing it in its entirety. Still, one is allowed to have certain preferences, and I would rather not being able to know tranquility for the reasons prior to his presence within this foolish heart of mine. And I can only hope it will be that way again soon.

Thinking about it, my hopes seem to be being answered, indeed. While those feelings I harbored towards him, between devout obsession and burning anger, find themselves fading into darkness, a sour taste consumes my senses at the memory of each of the writings made with him in mind, each of the posts about him, who consumed every fragment of my being in an intoxicating mixture of poison and antidote, became worthy of my purest disgust.

Oh, how things change…

I've been thinking about this, about the essence of my own violence.

I've been putting on a performance of gentleness for such a long time that, even though the mask of it is cracked, for brief moments, I tend to believe myself to be kind.

But that's an easily broken perception.

I'd like to think of myself as soft — that's the face people tend to like, after all! — but I was always fragments of broken glass.

[Is there even anything underneath all this scar tissue?]