enh I guess I could. Later, maybe. My following list is in need of pruning tho, I think about 50% isn’t active any longer.
And my likes are literally purely @bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls posts. That’s it. Those are every single one of my likes (for reference and stuff). So just go browse his blog 🤍
He put a knife to the bottom of my chin and pushed up, up, up until I was standing so high on my tippy toes, I could almost look him directly in the eye.
He stared at me coldly as I felt my eyes growing wider. A few seconds later, he let me go and snickered as my hands flew to the bottom of my chin hoping to see if he had drawn blood.
It’s been a week later and I’m still wondering why I didn’t beg him to end me right there.
Why? My guess: because there would be no one left to clean up the mess you made?
What a good girl you are! I’m very pleased with you.
And you’ve discovered an important series of related principles: even when you feel like curling up and disappearing, you can look after yourself in a way that would make me proud. Even when you can’t reach me, you can look to me to find true north. Even when you can’t do your best for yourself, you can still do it for me.
Most people will tell you its weird to live your life for the stranger you worship. And they’ll be right, but missing the point: all worship is weird, and at least your idol knows you exist and wishes you well.
She fears nothing, I tell you! Nothing! A mighty, impenetrable wall of confidence is she! All that which is frightening bows before her and apologizes for looking her way! Woe be unto the evil of this world, for she will smite it! So it is smitten, so shall it be done!
Unless it’s a teeny, tiny bug on the ceiling. In which case, she will seal off the room and pretend that she *wants* to sleep on her couch all the time.
