#fitting isn't it

[thehedgestofhogs]

Happy birthday, Shadow the Hedgehog.

Enjoy the spring season

Thank you, and I will. Spring is one of my favorites, actually

[cannons-and-swords]

What Tarot Card are You?

Death

A cheery woman’s voice chimes from above. "Game over! Please restart and try again." The old woman holds a baby in her arms and makes to pass it to you. Will you take it?

Tagged by: No one I stole it from @incendiius

Tagging: I don’t care, have fun, go nuts

[dorenarox]

...I should get that Dragon Throne, yeah.

[weesmallhours]

its been about a year since i posted here with any regularity. and in some ways, things are a lot different and in others they aren’t. i have a new job, a new apartment, some friendships fell out, others started and we got a dog. but in some ways, nothing has changed.

me and the boy haven’t had sex in a year and we haven’t had regular sex in like 18 months now. forget fingering or eating me out, i cant even get him to make out with me now. and its killing me. it plays right into my self-esteem issues, all the ways in which i believe i am not worth it. he’s told me time and time again that it’s not me, it’s him. and while logically i believe, deep in the recesses of my mind, all the whispers about how i’m not enough and i’m not attractive and who would ever want to be with me find holds and gather evidence. they whisper and their whispers grow louder until my chest, arm, jaw are throbbing with anxiety. until i start to believe them. it’s been so long, my faith and logic and reason grow fainter every day. not only do i miss the physical aspects of sex, i miss the mental and emotional intimacy. i miss the feeling of being at one with him. of being physical with each other and then lying together, trying to come back down to earth. i spent my entire adult life craving and longing to have that with someone. and the second i find it it’s taken away. and he says he’s trying to get better but i don’t know if i believe that anymore. he’s cried wolf so many times. my heart hurts. i masturbate but the second it’s over i’m left with this crushing anxiety of this is what it’s come to. that the one person in the world who is supposed to want to do that with me, doesn’t. that i’m alone. i’m alone. i’ve tried to explain how much this hurts and all i get is aggression and anger thrown back at me. why doesn’t he understand. why doesn’t he care about how much this hurts me. for fuck’s sake i’m not asking for the moon. i’m asking to dirty text once in awhile and to make out occasionally. something to keep me going. something for me to hold onto. some shred of evidence that he’s still physically attracted to me. and yet it’s radio silence. and the fear i’ve had for a long time that i’ll go numb, i’m afraid it’s happening. that i’m trying to shut down a core part of myself and in doing so am killing my emotions. i’m terrified of the future if this doesn’t change. spending my entire life in a sex-less relationship would have a nice irony to it. give me something. please. something to believe in.

tumblr if you’ve made it this far you either have nothing to do or you care about me. either way, thanks for reading.

[brithsavii]

Me: *listens to the entire 21*

[hydnchrstnsn]

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oh my god

[ophidian-naiad]

Listening to Spring Awakening while doing math homework brings me back to warm nights and stars and handwritten letters that smell of perfume and the trepidation of first love.

[thebretonbrothers]

((Pippin Took: Itansha's voice-claim, from the tone to the accent. :P))