flipping your pillow over to the cold side
Biting your pillow as your ass is being rammed.
I want to know what possessed you to change this post so
i basically assume that people don’t like me unless they explicitly tell me they like me and then periodically remind me
self-respect is my respect for myself
i could as well suck 3 thousand dicks and still respect myself so shut the fuck up
Hell I would respect u for sucking 3 thousand dicks
Anxiety is wanting to ask your partner a million questions as to why they’re with you, why they say they care about you, and so on.
Depression is not thinking you’re worth enough to even ask those questions, let alone be with them.
and having both of them is the definition of hell
In one sentence is the spark of a story. Ignite.
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i don’t care if a character is immortal i want to know their age. their exact age. i want to know how many centuries they’ve been around. if they died before they became immortal i want to know how old they were then. don’t give me that “age: immortal” shit. do not go there