Condoms are just juice boxes for broken girls.
Before the trunk, light; after it, dark. Before the trunk, hope; after it, emptiness. Before the trunk, joy; after it, pain. Before the trunk, autonomy; after it, property.
It’s like a cocoon that turns butterflies back into caterpillars.
Twin Peaks: The Return
Through the darkness of futures past
The magician longs to see
One chants out between two worlds:
“Fire… walk with me.”
It’s happening again. You people have no idea how happy this makes me… I’m considering changing my avatar to Leland Palmer.
I wonder if there’s any chance I can find my 20+ year old copy of The Secret Diary of Laura Palmer. (Speaking of which, what happened to Jennifer Lynch? Boxing Helena wasn’t that bad.)
The future is coming to wreck you, grind you down and reject you. No matter how much you do, no matter the standards you meet nor the accomplishments you accrue, nothing will stop it.
You will crack. You will be crushed. You will betray yourself, spread your legs, and face tomorrow cunt-first. You could crawl away at the last second, but your tortured little whore’s heart will always demand you stay and take what’s coming to you; that is, after all, the nature you’ve nurtured.
But don’t worry, my pretty little waste: I’ll be sitting here beside the track, waiting to play with the pieces of you that remain.
i really want to talk to you off anon but how does a 19 year old girl know she can trust you? after all, everyone tells girls to be careful of forty year old men with sex blogs..
Everyone is right. 🙂 You should always be careful, particularly when you’re nineteen, because nineteen year old girls don’t often know all the ways a man can hurt them. Bear in mind that getting yourself in over your head is hot, right up until the moment that it isn’t.
With that said, I’m not particularly scary. The younger you are, the harder you have to work to convince me to treat you as anything less than a young lady. I can be convinced, of course, but I’m not going to start shouting “STUPID CUNT!” at you just because you wanted to say “hello”.
I was crying and rubbing myself at the same time scrolling through your tumblr. decided you might want to know this :) thank you for having this blog
You’re right to tell me. Good girl.
I want nothing more than to squeeze your little heart so hard that you can feel the throbbing in your cunt.
At some point in its life, this thing had a bright future. And now, it will always have a dark past.
Isn’t life delightfully poetic?
oh my god your voice is so sexy. what do you look like?
One of your dad’s friends.
I believe these markings actually comprise a phrase in ancient Sumerian, which roughly translates to “I’m not qualified to run my own life.”
Why do you hate women so much?
I don’t hate women. Not even a little. Women are awesome.
So awesome, in fact, that when one of them tells me she wants to be treated like a worthless, deviant little whore, I take her at her word and give her what she wants. I don’t pretend to know her better than she knows herself, I don’t fantasize about rescuing her from something that she doesn’t want to escape, and I don’t treat her like a delicate freak incapable of choosing her own path in life.
Hate women? Ha! I fucking love them… even the parts that everyone else wants to throw away.