I hate being sensitive to my senses. whaddya mean that I can't focus on the task at hand because of a random floral scent???? I'm gonna bite you.
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I hate being sensitive to my senses. whaddya mean that I can't focus on the task at hand because of a random floral scent???? I'm gonna bite you.
you have to remember to eat your emotions before they decide to eat you. and sometimes, your emotions will come in the form of rib bones dressed with fatty chunks of sweet, thick meat, and you’ll get to work off all those hours (or days, even) of untapped, carnal frustration
being someone with a poor sense of time is fucking miserable. I’m contemplating how much my life would change if I had a handler that’s very anal about punctuality.
getting gripped by the throat with just one hand and kissed on my forehead whenever I complete a task exactly my handler’s standard >>>>
huffs a breath of air through my nose at you reluctantly /endearment
“with god as my witness” and he’s just watching me pant like a dog while my autonomy is gently plucked from my fingers
yeah I genuinely couldn’t tell you what exactly does it for me about a doctor’s office but I will admit that the overall smell is a weird turn-on for me. like it reeks of disinfectant and other chemicals that I can’t put my finger on and my nose gets so overwhelmed. but it’s so sanitary that it’s satisfying in a perverted way.
oh my gosh you guys it finally happened! I got clearance for a social event! (I had the capacity and time to make plans with a friend)