RabbitBones

Minors DNI

[rabbitbones25]

He/Him. Transmasc. 20.

No feminization please.

NSFW blog. Kinks and that sort. Minors DNI, 18+ please and thank you.

Please read my “no no’s” list at the bottom before interacting <3

Asks are open! :)

Scaring and hurting people gives me a nice happy feeling, but there’s always a bigger fish :3

If only there was someone out there who could make me feel hunted…

I forgot I could do this. Watch my mental state decline as I continuously fall into a pit of masochistic yearning with a hint of sadistic hate (although that one’s not always kink related?). If this does not interest you- leave! Please :)

Things you can expect to see on my blog:

Predator/prey kink, Size difference kink, Masochism, Sadism, Blood kink, Knife kink, Cum, Cannibalism, Praise

Big No Nos:

Incest, Ageplay, Piss, Scat, Pregnancy, Fakeboy and forced feminization stuff

[rabbitbones25]

Please man. It was 2:30am. Why did you text me, why did you keep texting me. Why me. You haven’t said anything in forever, just the stupid snaps, and you haven’t sent anything since last Thursday. Why now. Why me. Please just love me or stop haunting me, fuck. I’m too high for this yet I havnt had enough to drink. Leave me be, text me more.

[rabbitbones25]

Going back in time (through texts/photos) and realizing I was an actual idiot. Of course I’m where I am right now. That’s??? How I responded to things??? Holy shit they should have shot me when they had the chance- now I gotta live with how badly I fumbled

[wastemaiden]

when i ask for the lighter this is what i mean

[rabbitbones25]

No bro it’s getting so bad I’m actually so done with myself rn. It happened again Halloween night. I started to move on from him, but fuck man. Somehow I ended up at his apartment building with friends and invited him out for a smoke just the two of us, next thing I know I’m back in his bed again. I’m 80% he’s just playing around cause we literally talked about a guy he was flirting with at the party (to piss a girl he doesn’t like off) while smoking (pre-getting in his bed). But also like. I’m a hopeless romantic who I don’t think can do hookups without specifically talked about rules.

I also know how bad it’s getting, because I’ve started to share my stupid ass dog metaphor with people. Like hello, I’m your new dog, you can kick me hit me hurt me however you want and I will still be at your beck and call, as long as you give me a treat every once and awhile. My memory lasts as long as you let it. I will curl up in your laundry if that’s the closest you’ll let me be. I will bite and fight and do anything at your command, just let me be useful and mean something to someone.

[rabbitbones25]

Yeah so funny story. He’s talking to someone officially and whatever we were doing is done. Actually going insane I may or may not have been a bit too delulu about him

[rabbitbones25]

Vomit inducing horrors. Horrifying horrible I hate everything I’m gonna die. I love my friend. I’ve known her nearly my entire life. So tell me why I’m upset shes coming up this weekend and not the next. It’s karaoke night Friday, the day she arrives. Last karaoke night was the worst night of my college life. That’s the night the guy I’m down bad for slept with someone while I was there. Thats the night that sent me spiralling with the worst hangover after sleeping o the fucking floor. And I can’t be there, I can’t be at that stupid fucking event to make sure he doesn’t go back home with her. Or anyone else! Because he’s gonna get drunk and he’s gonna go home with someone, because he’s gorgeous and charming. I feel horrible and sick and ill and insane. I have no claim over him, but fucking Christ do I hate that.

[rabbitbones25]

Also totally unrelated to my last post. For sure. About nobody in particular. I consider myself like, 95% a bottom. I don’t get much pleasure from topping, aside from when I’m REALLY high and my mind has mixed what I’m doing and who I am up with the other person in a mental display akin to watercolour. But this guy I was with, totally unmentioned in any previous posts (I am lying), was low-key giving off wanting to be topped vibes last time we booked up. And like. I actually thought about it. I’m VERY particular about cleaning to the point where anal freaks me out completely. But like. As long as he returns the favour by topping me most more so, and obviously cleans well, I wouldn’t be completely against the idea of topping him with toys every once and awhile. But this is in a fantasy world where he likes me enough to hook up more than the few times we already have.

[rabbitbones25]

No bro it’s getting so bad I’m actually so done with myself rn. It happened again Halloween night. I started to move on from him, but fuck man. Somehow I ended up at his apartment building with friends and invited him out for a smoke just the two of us, next thing I know I’m back in his bed again. I’m 80% he’s just playing around cause we literally talked about a guy he was flirting with at the party (to piss a girl he doesn’t like off) while smoking (pre-getting in his bed). But also like. I’m a hopeless romantic who I don’t think can do hookups without specifically talked about rules.

I also know how bad it’s getting, because I’ve started to share my stupid ass dog metaphor with people. Like hello, I’m your new dog, you can kick me hit me hurt me however you want and I will still be at your beck and call, as long as you give me a treat every once and awhile. My memory lasts as long as you let it. I will curl up in your laundry if that’s the closest you’ll let me be. I will bite and fight and do anything at your command, just let me be useful and mean something to someone.

[rabbitbones25]

Fix it

[rabbitbones25]

We were discussing ways to shave my sideburns, I am somewhat lucid but very baked, and he suggests a knife. I look over and I see him holding one of those big ass kitchen knives. The others said no and made him put it back, but oh god. My head was already tilted back, neck clear and ready just in case he wanted to start slashing. I’d have let him too. The curse, it afflicts me.

[rabbitbones25]

I have unfortunately sped run some stuff and have progressed to the collecting phase already. Dropped your packet of Marlboro (theyre his favourite), I picked it up for you! Non of them are missing. Ones not being kept in a small container, that’s crazy. Anyways, I totally let drunk nurses cut half my hair off and shave my sideburns (that I’ve had for years) because I got too drunk/high and he said I’d look hot. I love indulging in substances, but every hangover tends to be a high delusion day. So I am reading into everything! Because I can.

[rabbitbones25]

This one guy kept calling me “beauty” all night (knew I’m a guy) please I’d have gotten down on the sand if he’d ask, man I love substances sm 🙏 and country boys. And curly haired boys. And hat wearing boys. And tattooed boys. And boys. Man oh man is being queer a ride. Like- was that flirting? Was that a guy making a joke? Whos to say. Perhaps I will find out next time. God I love bonfire nights.

[rabbitbones25]

Perhaps my mouth is foaming nonstop leaking to a giant Ed laucvh in a pillow. Purposes I have crank a lot and smokes a bit. Perhaps I was take out of the Ayer with the oromeis of cigarettes. Perhaps I feel like fucking nothing. Perhaps I watched him leave switch the girl I hate. Perhaps I wants to drown. Perhaps I want to be baptized. Perhaps I have a midterm tomorrow. Perhaps I feel worthless. Perhaps I want to rip myself fucking joined in hopes that someone out theres might possibly Carey enough to stitch ke back up. I don’t want to sleep in y my room . Not alone not here bro far away. Please oh please please please please please cate please dear god let me breath for a second, let me lean soenthing to somebody for a moment please god.

[rabbitbones25]

I want to feel okay. I fell down in the hallway and people cared. Nobody ever cares. Part of me wants to keep acting out, doing stupid shit, cause at least one person will prove they care enough about me. They got me out of the lake. I would have drowned if nobody said anything. I would have gone deeper and deeeper until I was swallowed by the border of Quebec and Ontario. I would have let it take me. But it’s not enough. It’s not cause they care, they just don’t want it on their conscious. They don’t want to be the person who let someone die. I am an alien and nothing will stop that. I am alone I this world, and so far nothing has proved me wrong. Someone got in the water at one point, got be on shore for awhile x it wasn’t enough. I want to be okay. I want to feel normal and I want to feel loved. Oh god one day I want to feel entirely loved, no pity, no fucking Bisson it’s no competition. I want to be loved for who I am, and I want to be aloud to love someone entirely. U Al so fucking drunk rn ngl. I had I hard time walking up ten stares. Hat ro recruit a sober friend to find my phone with me. Part of me wants death, another part wants to see the day the world finally lets me be happy. Please

[rabbitbones25]

I hate you by the way. And I don’t at all. I was told I deserve more and I agree. But I don’t because I’m just as bad, if not worse than you. Everyone’s bias and I’m drunk as shit. I want to feel loved and cared for. I want pity to melt away for the genuine care everyone deserves. First time I didn’t feel pitied. First time I didn’t feel second or last place. First time I felt cute. And you had to go and ruin the high I was feeling. You had to go prove all the things i tell myself right. You had to make me relive THAT. Those fucking days. Those months. I hate you and I care about you and I don’t know how to act around you anymore. You still Snapchat me. I get to see little pieces of your life. I know your favourite band, album and song. I know you hate your childhood best friends boyfriend. I know the identifying feature people use for you, you hate it. But I can’t tell them that because I don’t think I’m supposed to know who you are. I know why you drink and smoke and where your family’s from. I think I know people too intimately too quickly, even non romantically, I draw them in my mind. The ridge of your nose, the slight curl to your hair, the silver of your piercing. I know them. I picked you out of a crowd, not because I KNOW know you, but because I care enough to give a shit. I hate you and I want you to live the happiest life ever. Your lights were on when I walked past. You’re probably still awake. I miss feeling like a person. I didn’t realize how alone I was till you made me feel real again, and I don’t know how to let the memory of that feeling go.

[rabbitbones25]

Funny story. I show up to dirty bingo after party. Kiss Jesus on the lips then steal his beard. Jesus is then called “Gayer than him” (me). Get really fucking and and drunk. Someone goes “want to try this? It hits like a save file in a video game” yoy go okay (you were gonna take it the second he handed the pen to you), yoy are then sat down while he counts your breath. He leaves. Two other guys start a skin if you’re tripping, then saying “you are in hell”, “there are spiders on your face” and all you can think is. Oh, oh my. Hell. With demons? Scrumptious. Then you go “I used to put spiders on my face and chase people”, and suddenly these two shit for brains ‘trip sitters’ back off because what, yoy can’t handle someone else saying weird shit too? The girl you hate is there. You can’t find it in yourself to hate her too much tho, because you’re super high, super infunacable, and can only see the misery in her eyes with every word. Then time goes by in a flash I cannot say what happens. I danced and explained maple syrup? You experience the development of leaves through fuzzy, swirling visions while a chemist describes,,, chemistry? You go home. Take the best piss of your life.

[seryane]