I Think I Found One Of The Other Anon's Blogs And Its Making Me Have Intense Feelings Of "no! He Is Mine

I can’t let him see how ugly I get

the sleeves of my hoodie are tear-stained. i’m shaking like a leaf. i’m a grown man, dammit. it has been 2 minutes. and yet…

tw.

my skin is scrubbed raw and red. my head is pounding and i’m shaking feebly. as i run the water, washing the sink out, watching red and clear mix and swirl down the drain, and as i wipe the spit from my lips, flushing the toilet and watching nothing but bile swirl down it’s own respective drain, i slump agains the wall.

is this really where i’ve gotten myself in life?

how could i not think highly of you? to my knowledge you have never done anything with intentions to hurt me -⛓

maybe i haven’t, but you have to understand. i am not a good person. at least, i don’t think i am.

the undeniable, deep-rooted urge to call them some sort of title, some sort of ranking.

because they’re simply better than me, and i must address them as such. correct?

i love making pretty tags, im just terrible at using them. i like playing with the pretty symbols hehe. -⛓

as do i! it’s quite fun, deciding what goes with what.

nsfw.

please, please touch me. i’ve been so good, i deserve it, don’t i?

i just want you to set the rhythm, the pace, the energy. i want you to be in control.

tell me what toys to use, how fast to go, how high the vibrations should be…tell me what to do.

i’m always in control. let me give up the reigns.

please ?

filthy, gross, disgusting mutt. posting on tumblr as if they’ll see, praying they’ll tell you what to do? pathetic. and stupid, if you think about it.

you are not a good dog.

breakfast? what’s that?

( this is a joke, i had two cookies and a dr pepper for breakfast. )

Nobody is afraid to lose me. I never mean that much.