Every Single Odd Number Has An “e” In It.

crushes are a pain in the posterior. especially when they last for longer than a year.

Words alone cannot describe how feral I am for these images

the u.s. army.

so outside of kink and improv where are people available to express "cartoon villain emotions" with

do I like g/t content bc I have a desperate need to be fawned and doted on, or do I have a desperate need to be fawned and doted on bc I like g/t?

Being loomed over. Receiving little flirty comments from someone a hundred times your size. Your difference in size and power is nearly indescribable - you can barely comprehend how large they must be even as you look at them. Their voice comes out as a low rumble, their body moving slower than normal due to the dilation of time caused by their size (or, perhaps, your size), and as their hand reaches down towards you impossibly slowly, you still cant escape it, in all of its vastness. A finger taller than you are poking you in the stomach and causing you to nearly topple over. The larger is on another plane of existence, in a way. But as they look down at you with such infatuation, regardless of your survival instinct telling you to run, your pounding heart, and your trembling form, you feel oddly safe. Its nice to be doted on a little. To be observed by eyes larger than your torso. To be treated gently by something that could crush you like a bug. To be loved by something beyond comprehension. Erm. Yeah.

My medieval servant boy has gone missing. I’ll just use Google to see if I can find him.

I'm leaving for basic training tomorrow and it's just been this odd quiet sort of bittersweet. Like a sunset without the music. Singing happy birthday early bc i won't be in town when it rolls around was ridiculously sad, everyone started crying.

This isn't a particularly poetic or comedic post, just felt like it was something I should say while the emotions are still fresh.

My dad's in the bedroom trying to act like he's not about to cry, mom's not doing much better.

I'm not even nervous. Just a quiet, accepted sadness.

i won a bet with a friend and have been owed a cookie for the last week. i finally got my cookie today.

it's a protein cookie.

an unfinished poem that's been decomposing in my files for half a yeay

I've heard tell of a necklace for when things go wrong

For when you can't write the words, can't sing pretty songs

Gives you a clean slate, resets, your problems are gone

It takes your breath away, all you have to do is put it on

It's an accessory of misery for people like you

When you fail at everything and you don't know what to do.

It's the perfect jewelry for when you're not pretty enough

When you're too weak to be tough, when all you need is a hug

Forget hugs, this necklace, it never lets go,

And even if it leaves a scar on everybody you know

Scars can heal, you were the one who first made the cut, right? So the least you can do is put it on and make it all right.

Tired of making mistakes? Hurting the people you love? Tired of everybody saying that you're never enough? The necklace makes you prettier, just be sure that it's tightened,

And give in to your feelings, it's okay to be frightened.

A lot of people say the ones who wear the necklace are cowards

Until they find that everything they ever loved is devoured

Cuz we can never go back, the necklace brings us ahead,

By taking your head, by taking your breath, taking regrets

You done messed up too badly, don't get to be fixed or resolved

So put it on, all it takes is a twitch and a twitch and you're gone.

The Necklace ends all your problems at the source, at the ultimate cause

One step, one snap, one swing, like the wave of a wand.

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