what would heal me now is to pin a pretty boy and fuck him until his dick bleeds and I can't feel my pussy anymore
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what would heal me now is to pin a pretty boy and fuck him until his dick bleeds and I can't feel my pussy anymore
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I'm pretty fulfilled in life. A job I love, lots of time to create, incredible friends, a loving family. And yet, I'm in an almost uncontrollable rage.
What do I have to do to be seen as something other than a vagina by men?
I'm dying of lack of intimacy, of human warmth. Holding hands, having my hair stroked, cooking for me while I nap. A message from a random Tuesday afternoon, just because someone's thinking of me.
I'm so mad because I love so much. I can travel hundreds of miles for my loved ones, carry tons, be covered in questionable drool. But who would do that for me? My loved ones, sure. But a man? A lover? I'm at the stage where I fantasize about physically assaulting them.
To step on their private parts. And then not, because they'd like that too much. Once again, I'd be serving their sick, weak brains and my needs would remain unmet. Maybe the hardest part of loving yourself is giving up the idea of revenge. Accepting the idea that no one can give me as much love as I give myself and others.
And this immense thirst for intimacy could eventually dry up. I'd become an old maid of the heart, since no one would really want him, but only my hands, arms, thighs, buttocks and pussy. I'd be bitter beyond words if the mourning I had to do didn't happen.
Cette femme est vraiment malsaine ! C'est pas croyable ! 😱🤢
Have you ever been through depression or decompensation after a couple of really rough weeks ? I love and hate so much my brain for keeping me in alert even if everything is fine already and there is lots of solutions for anything that happened.
Like, everything's okay, you're safe, and your FUCKING brain just won't work for two bonus weeks because we never know.
I NEED TO WORK. I NEED TO LIVE.
Please don't make me relate to psychatrical condition just because we were stressed out last month.
I hate men. Dude, you're in pain too. But you'd rather hurt and dominate others than heal yourself? I'm sick of societies that breed sadistic men and masochistic women.
I generally hate people. I have this very specific thing where one day i find everybody amazing and hot and beautiful in their human fragility and another day, i just want to hurt myself because the only existence of humanity seems to be the biggest sin and the simple sight of skin texture disgusted me.
Like we are all living cadavres with no ethics and it is only a matter of time before something go wrong
I heard somewhere that not all our feelings are valid. I still hear it every day. Since then, I've been trying MMA holds on my anxiety. We're on a 3:7 success ratio.