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bugs when u lift up their rock
Distorted Binah gives you her feathers. not the burnt ones. the fine, glossy plumes hidden beneath her bones. her most beautiful features, the hazy memories of gold and fragrant tea leaves. pride and elegance, all for you. a spot of sunlit warmth tucked away in her nest. looking upon her with such loving dismay. always so kind, tears staining your cheeks. why do you weep? she is never gone for more than a day, hunting down the monsters that slip through the cracks in the walls. keeping you safe. she curls around your body, plucking another quill with her teeth and tucking it into your hair. it smells of her, see. something of ash and books and constellations she's long since forgotten. yet those familiar tears still bead in your eyes, trailing down your face and falling without reason, no matter how close she tucks you into her down.
she bleeds each time. with every feather she pulls brings a trickle of red, gleaming garnet and speckled with distant starlight. it stains her skin. droplets scattering across the floor, smearing against your face. Binah doesn't seem to care. Binah, your Binah, twisted and broken into a husk of skeletal wings and staring eyes. always focused on you. confused at your crying, trying to wipe the moisture from your lashes. another feather. more blood. mutilation, her claws pulling out clumps and clumps in hopes of making you happy. she only stops when you shake your head, kissing her scarred temple. with a coo, Binah settles. draping a wing over your shoulders and nuzzling softly. inhaling the familiar scent, fleeting memories ruffling her crushed feathers.
if not her down, then something else. something bright, perhaps. earrings made of gold. she found them after waking up, sitting at her feet. perhaps you'd like them more. or know where they might have come from, before her eternal dream.
You see, no one really cares about your writing? Do you even notice the LACK of interaction your stupid stories get?😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
Hello!
I only noticed the lack of manners and decency here. You know what I mean?
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That porn ask just reminded me of my first and only sexual experience. Like I completely freaked out had a full blown panic attack hiding under the table and all. I remember telling a close friend and she laughed at me saying “it’s a very me thing to do”. Porn isn’t my thing even as a teen I wasn’t interested or even thought about it but it’s sadly comforting to know others have had physical body reactions and I’m not just broken and werid. Sorry for the vent pls delete and ignore if I’m overstepping I’m sorry!
Don't want to dive too deep into this because I feel like that would both be... overstepping and... assuming quite a lot about the situation...
but I could actually talk a lot about the discrepancies between... what is expected during sexual encounters and how they actually end up going due to... misunderstanding and/or worse...
SO i'm really sorry that things played out that way for you, even if i also know exactly how you feel. it's kind of odd (and difficult, as i'm sure you know) to live in society that really doesn't............. i could say a lot here, but very simplistically, doesn't know how to cope w/ the MANY varying responses to sex + sexual things... and then, in a way, incidentally shames you for it (no matter what the case is, liking porn or sex or not liking porn or not liking sex, or some combination, WHATEVER).
but... no need to apologize (though kind of you to, anyway)! my thought is... how would we ever learn to feel okay about things if we didn't sometimes unpack it all w/ each other?
Dunno tho lol, but im sending u love anyway <333
what's that sound you say? that's me, screaming with me mouth closed.