Category: Conversations

Can u reblog the searingly painful and acutely self aware ‘thing’ you wrote pleas?

storyofasub:

@bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls you’re the reason I get this exact question over and over. Like a recurring… dream.

Dear anon: stop being annoying.

And for the record, she is a cutely self-aware thing.

needydove:

i ordered cuter underwear so I’m not always laying around in granny panties n I’m very excited to feel a lil prettier 🥺 maybe. when i’m maybe bein watched or somethin idk! dunno!

“Surely you’ll make me pretty,” said the pig to her pearls.

steppingintothewater:

My turn-offs: men who think they need to tell me I’m beautiful every day, men who tell me they love me every day

My turn-ons: Men who remind me that I’m stupid, easily replaceable, and physically a work in progress. Men who know how badly I want to hear “I love you” from them and won’t say it to me for exactly that reason.

Denial —in its many forms— is good for a cunt’s soul.

For as long as I let her keep it.

hooplecxnt:

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝑒𝓂𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓉-𝓂𝑒-𝓃𝑜𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝒾𝒸 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝓊𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 – 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓅𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒. 𝒜𝓇𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓋𝑒𝒾𝓃𝓈, 𝒷𝓁𝑒𝑒𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒶𝓈 𝑜𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓊𝓅𝑜𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓉𝒶𝓇. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ 𝒪𝒽 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝐼 𝓃𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝑒𝓇𝒸𝓎 – 𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀. 𝒯𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓅𝓊𝓇𝓅𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔.

Good girls bloom under an acid reign.

steppingintothewater:

I’m literally so obsessed with you that I want to hump your leg, begging for attention, but at the same time I wouldn’t dare be anything but a good girl and wait my turn.

Patience is among a cunt’s finest virtues.

And cunts don’t have a lot of virtue.

needydove:

the things i’ve worried about for ages are nothing more than little whispers that flit through my mind in a split second before disappearing. anything i’ve felt anxious or shame or fear over doesn’t get a second thought. any unease or stress gets quieted and hushed instantly (Not repressed, not hidden, not pushed away – acknowledged, then quieted calmly and contentedly, and set free. safely.) just by the knowledge in my head that he owns me and my life is his.

because those things don’t matter, none of that matters. He is what matters, definitively and truly all that matters. This deep of certainty and faith is bringing me such immense peace and joy, it’s radiating from me. i can’t keep the smile off my face, or the quiet sighs and moans that escape whenever he crosses my mind (roughly every 27 seconds).

It’s a gift to once be worshipping from the periphery for so long – my entire adult life, gradually increasing in desperation and devotion – to later be wearing my God’s name in blood on my skin, signing away my life to him.

It’s not ever to be taken for granted. i know that anything i’m allowed can be taken away in the blink of an eye, for any reason. i know i’m nothing, and he is everything. that’s all i’ve ever wanted.

It’s easy to love the one you worship.

But realizing that such love doesn’t make you unique, and slowly learning your place within a grander scheme?

That’s how good girls get better.

steppingintothewater:

Find you a partner who takes your darkest kinks, pushes them even further, then becomes the only person who you can talk to about how depraved you’ve become.

Oh wait, don’t do that. Not unless you’re ready for some intense shit.

The truth is a cage; it shall never set you free.

But the view through the bars can be quite a thrill.

sublunaryorchid:

bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls:

sublunaryorchid:

y’all I …………………………. need attention

This unprecedented event will no doubt be marked in history alongside the assassination of Archduke Ferdinand, the first spin of Ferris’s wheel, and the Cabbage Patch Kids craze of ‘83.

(Everyone pause for a moment and reflect, so you can remember where you were when you heard the news.)

Now, orchidperson: kindly explain to the class what you’ve done to merit the attention you seek.

We’ll wait.

listen it’s been almost 2 years but. i have an answer: I’m literally a cute girl.

Ah, so you’re saying it took you almost two years to become fully delusional! Thank you for providing the class with a timeline of your decline.

And for the record, you’re literally a very tall blow-up doll with “PUNCH ME” written on its face in magic marker.