My love for you is a meager thing, embracing as it does such a tiny fragment of what you are. For any decent girl, it would be far too little; she would wither in the wasteland of my pejorative affections, a place where only the rankest weeds of your sort may thrive.… Read the rest “Limited”
Tag: thoughts
I’m turning 20 in a few days – will it be easier to find someone to really break my spirit now that I’ll no longer be a “teenager”?
Oh, I’m sure.
Because if there’s one thing that consistently makes life easier for women, it’s getting older.
Miasma
I detest your silence, not the madness and fear that it hides. It’s your pestilent distance than plagues me; the pernicious strain of isolation that you exhale with every labored breath befouls the room and makes a sickbed of my sheets.… Read the rest “Miasma”
Can you tell me why it’s so so so hot when someone is mean to me?
Because kindness is a lie, and your cunt craves the truth.
You come to me because I will make you look as ugly as you feel. You come to me a broken little puppet girl, longing to be real.
Thrill Ride
The scary thing about a roller-coaster isn’t the dizzying speed, the sudden turns, or even the steep drops. It’s knowing you’ve said “yes” to something you can’t stop.
Scream, cry, beg, pray… it doesn’t matter. No one will hear you, or care if they do.… Read the rest “Thrill Ride”
Be Brave
I know you’re sitting out there, waiting. Because you’re a girl, you just sit there and wait.
Wait for something good, or at least something better. Wait to be saved, and cured, and fixed, like an inmate in an empty asylum.… Read the rest “Be Brave”
There’s so many rape & non-consent fantasies swirling around in my head, and I genuinely find myself asking how I would feel if any of them came true, nonconsensually. And the fact that I’m turned on by that idea really confuses me, and I don’t know how to interpret that. What does it mean if you get wet at the idea of actually being abused?
Here’s the thing: lots of women enjoy the idea. And some women are even capable of erotically metabolizing the reality, at least in hindsight. But of all the chicks I’ve talked with over the years, to a woman, they fucking hated it while it was happening.… Read the rest “There’s so many rape & non-consent fantasies swirling around in my head, and I genuinely find myself asking how I would feel if any of them came true, nonconsensually. And the fact that I’m turned on by that idea really confuses me, and I don’t know how to interpret that. What does it mean if you get wet at the idea of actually being abused?”
Men are oft but boys, and the world an empty lot in which they play.
And you, my dear? You’re the attractive nuisance.
I know there’s a thing trapped inside you that wants to eat you alive, a cancer with teeth that feeds on your heart and shits in your brain.
Have you ever thought about letting it off the leash? Just to see what it would do?… Read the rest “”