thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.
if you don‘t personally own one but your roommates/parents do and you are allowed to use it, that counts as yes
the thing about me is that i will make noises. sometimes i will make noises for fun. sometimes they are uncontrollable but a part of me nonetheless. noises are like a brother to me.
at my sketchbook. straight up “drawing it”. and by “it”, haha, well. let’s justr say. Nothing
cuddling can be platonic.
cuddle your friends
cuddle your friends
cuddle your friends
cuddle your friends
they hate me for my slut waist and recurring self harming behavior
hey I couldn't help noticing your reflection has sinister red eyes and a different expression to you, what's up with that
choose your path wisely
going straight into the woods call that penis mysterious
It makes me happy when they listen
