what is it about listening to the mountain goats that makes me want to throw a brick through a temple window and then get on a greyhound to maine, stare out the window forlornly the whole way, and walk directly into the sea when i get there
not to drown or anything, just to stand there up to my neck in freezing salt water thinking about my fraught gay childhood and looking at all the cool shorebirds. maybe some screaming.
in skyrim i married a homeless man and even though we are married and he lives in my huge fuckin house he still wears rags and asks me to give him 1 gold whenever i see him
that’s just what men are like
Hi, my name is Erica and I prefer buying dildos over buying dinner with someone. I’d much rather spend my 40 bucks on a rubbery companion who won’t take your virginity and then move to Georgia without officially breaking up with you. Johnny Rocket won’t break my heart, Slim Jim knows how to hit all my spots without getting through the untouched appetizers and pretending you’re not hungry cause it’s not ladylike to have human needs. No, if my vibrator was a human, a real, touchable, dateable human, i would order the spaghetti and unbutton my fly and wipe off my foundation and have month unshaven legs and they would look at me in all my me-ness and think damn, that’s one hell of a woman. My vibrator is trustworthy and never lets me go without taking care of me. They would do the dishes and finger me at the sexy parts of the Notebook and would pull a blanket over me and carry me to bed. My vibrator? Makes me feel strong, sexy, loved. Do they come with hands? That’s what I’m missing in my toy collection. The gentle touch on my lower back as you pass by. The face caress, the hand holding, the hair brushed behind my ear. The hitachi wand doesn’t have that feature yet. But you see, a 100% silicone pecker is FDA approved to be safe for my body, and going on a date means seeing a movie with the person who, as a woman, is statistically is most likely to murder me. I want your hands around my neck to be moments of orgasmic pleasure and not of sheer terror. So I’ll keep on building my arsenal of rubber lovers over real ones, because a dead battery is a hell of a lot better than a dead body.
my kink is when ppl actually care abt my feelings & what I have to say
too unrealistic, settle for bondage like the rest of us
Trump is president and Blake Shelton is sexiest man alive. This is the year of “no qualifications needed.” Get your dream job today!
What does happen if you die in DnD? Do you just… stop coming to the sessions?
you die in real life.
#the dm takes you out the back and shoots you like a lame horse
I feel like I’m being crushed instead of learning how to fly
Spread your legs, not your wings
Who told you you have a right to the sky? Only the greatest birds can get up there
Where’d you wanna go, little sparrow? Don’t even know?
Can’t fly two feet without falling. Can’t leave the ground without fucking up
You don’t deserve to share the air
Stay grounded. Stay down.
They tell me.
I flash a screen looking for love and they respond “nice”
Ask my closest to describe me and they respond “nice”
Nice
nice little thing like you shouldn’t try to fly with the big guys.
Nice thing like you should show me a good time
Nice never got me shit except that nobody’s mad at me. Too nice to make people feel anything.
Nice bird like me, I don’t fly. I burrow.
Tunnels on tunnels beneath.
Make a little nest for myself, weight of the earth pushing down on me as I try to breath in dirt pretending it was air.
I can’t fly. Never learned how to not be afraid of my wings. But birds weren’t meant to burrow.
a rough translation of the poem i wrote for french (literally the worst thing ever written)
this a reminder that you’re supposed to be here. this might be the only time you’ve heard it, or maybe the first time you’ve heard it today or maybe you know this but you’ve fooled yourself into thinking you don’t deserve it. you might read this and still have a long day ahead of you or you might read this after long hours of being in your own head, that feeling like you’re backed into a corner, like you’re going nowhere in life and feeling pressured because you don’t even know where you want to go. you deserve to be here just as much as anyone else. to feel, to admire, to love, to learn, to grow into who you want to be. enjoy the experiences, the people, the hurt, the love, the confusion, the ability to create, the impossibility of it all. i know some days feel tougher than others, some days feel impossible, but no day was tough enough to stop you from being here to be able to read this message. remember that.
