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I've read someone saying that Husk is just telling Angel to suck it up and victim blaming him.
Yes he's saying Angel to suck it up, but he isn't saying anything about him having fault into his situations, but he can understand regretting bad choises. He's saying he isn't alone, and he can in some way, understand him.
Husk is the first one who Angel reveals that he had sold his soul to Valentino, and the same goes for Husk that reveals that once he was a overlord and he had made a deal with Al.
Now, the situations are obviously not the same. Valentino is abusive, manipulatine and a r*pist. Al is yes, a sadistic overlord and he is not a good person, but he is evil for his own entertainment and in the pilot he calls Husk to fulfill his favor, making him work at the bar, probably just because he enjoy making Husk do it just for the sake of ordering him around.
What Husk is saying to Angel Dust is You are not alone. You may be a loser, you may feel you're at the bottom and screwd up, but that's okay. Cut yourself some slacks, forgive yourself and start to accept your flaws. You are not alone and together we can help each other.
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crappycamille · 20 days
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a/n: i’m not really sure if this makes sense. i hope what i was tryna do is conveyed. i sleepily wrote this. sorry for the bad grammar, like i said i was sleepy. <3
katsuki’s guilty pleasure is listening to mac demarco. it does something fuzzy to his chest.
the first time you put it on was on a long car ride. he can’t even remember where exactly the two of you were going, he just remembers the peaceful quietness of the day.
neither of you had really said anything to each other the whole day, just silently basked in each other’s presence. the day was filled with nothing but tender, tranquil, love.
it’s days like that where katsuki remembers why he’s alive. why people are so crazy about love. why he fights to protect his love, your love, and love in general.
the car ride was nothing short of peaceful. the car itself was warm just the way he liked it. not hot enough for him to sweat, but cozy and comfortable. it was beautifully sunny outside, but it wasn’t so bright that it hurt his eyes to look at the road. the roads were clear and chill allowing him to relax while driving. he didn’t have to be on such high alert for reckless drivers nor did he have to worry about getting irritated with traffic.
but most of all, he had you with him. you were barefaced, dressed in a homey-cozy little outfit. your hair the same as your clothes. and you were nothing short of beautiful.
he likes seeing you like this the most.
no one else got to experience you like this. you were your raw self. katsuki’s heart swells when he thinks about how he’s earned your vulnerability. how could he have gotten so lucky to have you not only love him but wholeheartedly trust him?
the beginning of the car ride matched the day in its cozy silence. but then katsuki heard you peep a quiet “oh!” as you reached over to grab his phone. as he glanced over at you, he noticed you excitedly biting your lip.
that’s when you played mac demarco. you then sat back satisfied as you reveled in the enhanced calming ambiance you’d created. clearly feeling accomplished having found music to perfectly match the atmosphere of the day.
at first, katsuki couldn’t understand why you liked it so much other than it being “vibey.” especially because he related so hard to all of those songs. he felt them deep within his soul.
he understood the kind of guttural love mac demarco was writing songs about. the kind of person mac demarco felt devastatingly connected to. because… that’s how katsuki feels about you.
he was almost mad that you introduced him to this music. he feels so shaken everytime he listens to mac demarco. it makes his chest buzz with the overwhelming emotions he has for you. he can’t even control it. the feeling is overwhelming. it’s addicting.
he just loves you.
so now he finds himself listening to mac demarco all the time. when he’s cooking, when he’s cleaning, when he’s at the office, when he’s working out, when he’s driving. whenever he feels the need to musically materialize his love for you.
it’s especially hard when he’s away on missions. he’s sitting in his hotel room at night, earbuds pushed deeply into his ears. he sits back and presses play as he’s laying down for bed. he’s already had a video chat with you, but the aftermath of that always stings the worst at the realization that you aren’t with him. the quietness after the end of the call is loud enough to send him spiraling sometimes. he tries to ignore how cold and empty the bed feels and he fills the silence with that musically materialized love.
it’s calms him. creates a feeling that ripples from deep within his chest throughout his entire body, like ripples on a still pond. he misses you dearly. enough to make him cry. enough to make him leave his hotel and get back to you. but he won’t.
he’s a hero through and through. he sacrifices so he can fight. and he fights day in and day out to protect love. his love, your love, and love in general.
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theangelcatalogue · 1 month
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SUCH A BACKSTABBER || ★!
Gender Neutral!★
Romantic/Platonic!★
★ - Starting notes/before we start; I made this with the objetive to see if you guys like my writing, like a test or something! You can see it as Tmnt 2012 or Rottmnt!
TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, DELUSIONAL BEHAVIOR, OBSSESIVE BEHAVIOR, SWEARING, KILLING MENTIONS, (MENTIOS OF) STALKING, BLOOD, Y/N IS A BACKSTABBER, BAD ENGLISH, BAD GRAMMAR AND MADE BY A MINOR! YOU DON'T NEED TO READ IF YOU DON'T WANT! IF I MISSED SOMETHING TELL ME!
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☆ ︶︶︶ ౿ ָ Turtles 𞥊 ︶︶︶ ☆
Hurt, Sadness, Anger, How should they feel?
How should they feel about you now? About your betrayal? You such a backstabber
It makes months they met you and you are were so....perfect, kind, gentle, strong, you are were
Everything
And they did everything for you, they did everything to protect, they stalked you, they killed take care of anyone who hurt you
That feeling was so wrong, and yet so right and amazing, that feeling of being crazy for you, you were like a drug, one of the best ones
Just to what? Just to discover that what?
That you worked for the bad guys all the time!? That everything was a lie!? A FUCKING LIE!?
Oh they felt so dumb, Why? For what?
Do you atleast feel any Guilty?
Something is wrong, really wrong? You were a good person? So....why?
Maybe you dind't wanted
They forced you
These stupid villains, they did that, they forced you? That's the answer!
Because their Y/n would never do that! Never! NEVER! Oh god.
They have to free you, they have to do that
A blood patch can be made, no matter how much people they have to take care of, they will bring you back, they don't care if you want or no
And when they bring you back to their side, you will never escape
Don't worry, you will be okay! They promise you
Of course you will surfer consequences, but it's for your good
Welcome to your fate.
☆ ︶︶︶ ౿ ָ 🗡 𞥊 ︶︶︶ ☆
Songs -> 💔 || 🩸|| 🔪
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NOTES:
✮ Damn this is REALLY short ✮
✮ Just a test tbh ✮
✮ Idk just take care of yourself! Drink some water my dear! I want you all to be okay alright? You guys are really important! ✮
(Sdra 2 without context)
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mymistakewriting · 1 month
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Diaz Family Dynamics
This comes with the standard warnings of 'hey if you think I'm bashing this character, I'm not' and 'if you don't like my content, you don't have to interact with it because I ain't fighting with people over opinions'. With a single exception. I am absolutely bashing Helena and Ramon Diaz. They're terrible parents and even worse people. my asks are open for questions or conversations!
I also have other thoughts about Eddie, including things involving him and Shannon, and more things about him and his sisters, his traumas, etc. However, I think this post is a little too heavy to share all of those. If you're interested in any of them, let me know. I'll do a separate post for them later regardless, but I'd love to see what people are interested in hearing about.
Trigger warnings: PTSD, talk of child neglect & abuse. It's Eddie Diaz and his family, that's it's own warning.
Let's get the hard stuff out of the way first, shall we? As someone who's been in shoes similar to Eddie and Maddie as oldest sibling who's had to step up and be a parent to their younger siblings, there is no situation where a child is raising another child and it's not because the actual parents are neglectful at best and abusive at worst. The Diaz parents are both. And it's exactly the way you'd think. Helena is shown to be verbally and emotionally abusive to Eddie in the flashbacks we're given during Eddie Begins. She sits back and watches her son, who's a newly single father and still healing from injuries he gained in a war that he ran to in part because of his parents struggle with multiple jobs at once, doctors appointments for himself AND his son, and did nothing to help. Instead, she used the fact that he was struggling as an excuse to ask for custody of Christopher. And considering Eddie grew up with that same style of abuse, that he shielded his sisters from receiving it, too? Yeah, I hope she burns in Hell for it.
And Ramon. Oh, Ramon. He's equally shitty to Eddie when it comes to verbal abuse. He abandoned the family (for work, yes, but what decent father looks at their 10 year old son and tells them it's time to 'man up'?). And no one has a fight style scrappy enough for genuine street fighting, the way Eddie's got, unless it was learned originally in self defense and then refined later on with actual lessons. I'd put money on Ramon having laid hands on Eddie a time or two before he got big enough to fight back. I've seen it, I grew up with kids who have that exact fighting style and that's what it was from. And the way he never turns his back on his father when they do interact? It's a survivor's skill that you learn the hard way.
Also? All of Eddie's doubts about him being a good dad? His worries that he's fucking Christopher up when he's given everything he's got for his son? Those come from his parents, too. He's always tried to make sure he wasn't like either of his parents, but those doubts don't leave very easily when you've spent your whole life not knowing anything else. Helena definitely drilled it in the entire time after Eddie came home from overseas that what he was doing for Christopher's sake wasn't enough. That he wasn't a good enough parent.
I'm also entirely sure that Eddie's lack of skill in cooking stems in part from his childhood. He was the oldest sibling of three, and he was helping raise his sisters. He probably tried to learn to cook by the time he was 12 for their sake but was told no by his mother. They're a Southern family, do you know how much time some boys are allowed to spend in the kitchen when there's daughters around to learn to cook instead? Sure isn't enough to learn anything. And I 100% believe Helena just refused to teach him. He learned how to cook eggs when he was 12, but no one ever taught him anything else until after he moved to LA, where Pepa and Isabel stepped in and tried to teach him. But it's harder to learn to cook in your late 20s when you've got the weight of the world on your shoulders already than it would be when you're a kid. It's just an unfortunate fact that some aspects of toxic masculinity like that are furthered by the mothers here in the American South. Sometimes.
Additionally, Eddie's never considered that he could be anything other than straight (I think he's bisexual but demiromantic, but that's just a headcanon). Again. Welcome to the South. He grew up Catholic. No way in Hell that Ramon didn't threaten to 'beat the gay out of him' the first time he was overheard jokingly flirting with a friend in high school. More families are like that down here than I want to admit. My own included. Just look how quickly Eddie's communication style changes when he realizes something sounds flirty. All those times he's jokingly said something to Buck and then went too serious directly after for no discernible reason? Bet you anything it's that.
He didn't leave despite hating staying with his parents after Shannon left not because he couldn't (Pepa or Isabel would've let them stay until he got a place, I'm sure that's what happened anyway because he packed them up and left on a dime anyway) because he had to make sure his sisters were out of his parents' home first. He'd rather suffer than leave them unprotected from it all.
All three Diaz siblings went no contact eventually. Then Eddie switched to limited contact because he thought Christopher deserved to know his living grandparents after Shannon's death. The only time they all show up is when it's required (like at Ramon's retirement party).
And final comment involving the Diaz parents: Eddie never wanted to marry Shannon. Another unfortunate tradition here in the South that still happens (less frequently, but happens): sometimes the parents force a marriage in the case of an unplanned pregnancy. We've had several in my family. Eddie loved Shannon, yes. But he never would have married her on his own. His parents forced it as soon as they found out Shannon was pregnant. It's part of why their marriage was so toxic, I think.
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little-mushroom-man · 18 days
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awhile ago I made a little poem thing and personally i’m rather proud of it so I figured Tumblr could be a good place to post it! :))
Tw: Heavy body horror, vivid language, heavy gore, violence, torture, um consensual cannibalism, toxicity. Pls be warned and safe. Several people have given visceral reactions to some of the language and showed that it disturbed or disgusted them and while that was intentional to help push the message, I want to make a clear warning of it.
Anyway here it is :DD pls give me thoughts, constructive critiques, or interpretations!
You carve away layers of my soft skin.
A strangled cry escapes my lips as your gentle hand strokes my hair and tenderly wipes the tears that cascade down my hollow cheeks like a stone rolling down its mountain side.
You whisper honey coated praises, telling me how you love me as that gentle hand rubs reassuring circles into my shoulder as a reminder that it will all be ok.
Droplets of my blood; droplets of my very life force pour out onto the polyester of your white sweatshirt sleeves, staining them a deep red as my strained heart desperately pumps blood into my veins.
New puddles stain the sleeves, meeting dozens more rusty pink splotches that litter your clothes.
Your deft hand works quickly, dipping the silver blade into my flesh as it rips through layers of meat and fat while the strips of my supposed protection fall to the ground.
You lift a bloodied graft of my meat off the floor and place it to your soft lips, allowing your tongue to rub across my leaking plasma and savoring the taste of my agony. The strip slips past your teeth as you work your incisors into the chewy flesh, grinding it to a pulp and swallowing it, allowing me to enter your being as you feed off my life.
A mass of meat,veins and blood form below us; my ivory bones beginning to show as you carve me like a thanksgiving dish.
Your darkened eyes stare down at me, a mix of undying love and unending hunger fill them as you stare at me as if I was nothing more than a piece of meat.
I cry out sobs of agony, begging you through my muffled mouth to please end this torturous pain that you have put me through.
As you carve up the last peice of my body, you whisper how you love me, raising the steely blade above your head, and at last plunging it into my heart.
My eyes cloud over and the room fills with a deafening silence; my bones glisten softly with a pink bloody glaze.
Your eyes look away from my face, frozen forever in agonizing fear, and glance at the mound of my mangled corpse lying on the ground.
You lick your lips and begin to dig in.
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nevaehdavis5675 · 2 months
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Pov: Somebody Hurts Thatchers daughter
Meg:( Neveah)
Peter: ( Thatcher)
Michael??? ( Some random person possibly An Altranet ( yes I spelled it wrong sorry)
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icecreamsoup · 10 months
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solitesse · 1 year
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Miya Atsumu tries to do the “siren eyes” TikTok trend (he’s seen that medium-ugly white dude do it several times on his FYP, and genuinely don’t understand why everyone seems obsessed with him, even talking about the “female gaze” or some shit like that). I can do better than him, he thinks.
Yeah, well, sometimes, he’s wrong. Thinking it was only a self-confidence thing, he pulls out his phone and hit the record button on TikTok, staring seductively at his camera through drooping eyelids and putting on his signature smirk.
Needless to say, he gets bullied hard for posting this. (user msbysakusa.k comments “Delete this right now. You’re embarrassing yourself.”)
Suna Rintarou duets Atsumu’s video, also doing the trend but mastering perfectly. With his fox-like eyes, it looks like he’s not even trying, the bastard. Atsumu huffs at the caption “showing you how it’s done ;)”. At the end of the TikTok, Suna even has the audacity to wink at the camera—Atsumu almost feels like it’s directed at him.
But that’s not even the worst thing: Suna’s TikTok gets thousands of views and likes just one hour after being posted, a lot more than him. Atsumu is absolutely fuming.
(Even more so when Suna texts him “lol ratio” the next day.)
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miahasahardname · 1 year
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You have empathy for trans people who "identify" as gay, but do you have empathy at homosexuals who are constantly disrespected and have to see their labels being taken away by the people who are supposedly on "our side"? Do you have empathy for homosexuals who suffered conversion therapy in the past who are now told they should date people of the other sex, just because they identify as "trans gay men/ trans lesbians"? Why do you lack empathy for homossexuals? Because it's not trendy anymore?
(tw: brief mentions of concentration camps and gay conversion therapy)
now when did i say i was against any of these people?
the post i was reblogging from was about trans lesbians not being considered lesbians, so that’s obviously what i was going to discuss.
i have all the sympathy in the world to the people who have suffered gay conversion, people murdered for being themselves, harassed for holding hands with their partners because they’re of the same sex or whatever.
i have sympathy for anyone from any minority who has ever faced issues.
i am disabled, neurodivergent, trans and gay, all minorities that face bullying and harassment all the time.
also, all my family and ancestors are Polish, and they’ve experienced absolute hell, especially during world war two. hell, i wouldn’t be alive right now if it wasn’t for the fact that there was a dog which was regularly fed in the concentration camp my great grandfather was stuck in.
so i have sympathy or empathy or whatever for anyone who is part of any minority who has ever been genocided or hurt in any way, shape or form.
don’t tell me i’m against homosexuals.
you radfems and terfs are against homosexuals, just because someone was born a different sex than they are now.
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pnkq · 8 months
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HEY WHAT'S UP GUYS, TODAY WE'RE GOING TO BE TALKING ABOUT 5 MINECRAFT YOUTUBERS WHO HAVE SWORN!!!1!!!!!!1! *vine boom*
FIRST OFF ALL, MAKE SURE YOU HIT THAT FOLLOW BUTTON IF YOU LIEK MINECRAFT!!!!!!11!!!1
NUMBER OEN!!!1
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WALTER SOOT!!!!!1!!1
APPARENTLY WALTER SOOT HAS SWRON A LOT OF TIMES! HE IS ON A NATIONAL WATCH LIST FOR SWEARING!!!1!!1
NUBMER TOO!!!11!
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THOMAS ISN'T IT
THOMAS ISN'T IT IS SWEAR A LOTS! HE IS ALSO ON THE WATCH LIST WITH WALTER SOTT!!!1!!1
NUMBER FUCKING 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11!!1
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JSCHLATT
THIS STUPID MOTHERFUCKING CUNT OF A MAN WHO HAS A DICK THAT I VERY MUCH WANT TO SUCK SWEARS MULTIPLE TIMES A LOT
NUMBER FIVE BITCH
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COMBO OANDA
THIS BITCH SAID FUKC TO THE KIDS AND HERE IS THE PROOF
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SO ANYWAYS GUYS MAKE SURE TO HIT THAT FOLLOW BUTTON FOR MORE EPIC FUCKING CONTENT
LETS GOOooo
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descendant-of-truth · 2 years
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Forever finding it absolutely bonkers that not only was Sora targeted with racism in DDD, but Riku... wasn't
Like, they're both Asian?? But only Sora was mistaken as Romani in the Notre Dame world. And in the game itself they blame his clothes, but I can't help but feel like there's an unspoken comment happening about Sora having darker skin than Riku
Which is just. insane like what was the point?? Why bother showing Sora get racism'd exactly once and not have it add to the world's story whatsoever???
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SAD THOUGHT:
The whole dance scene of Poison is just in Angel's head, to deal and cope with the abuse on the night.
It start right in the studio, then Angel start to perform, dancing and singing. Valentino dances with Angel, while keeping him cuffed with a chain, literally pulling his strings like a puppet. Angel dances with him, even as Valentino drags him to the groung. After that we see flash back of his daily life and the way he copes (the drugs and the abuses).
I can only blame myself.
I made my choice and every night I'm living like there's no tomorrow.
Then another dance where Angel perfome alone, like he would do on a stage, just to be dragged and grabbed again by Valentino, while on the screen behind him his image remain happy.
Then we are back in the studio, in one of the changing room, that Valentino close from the outside, literally trapping in Angel. That when where back in the reality and the tome of the song became desperate. Angel is left alone, watching from afar Valentino and Vox holding hand and talking. That's maybe imply that in the past Angel had a relationship (or what the thought was a relationship with Val, leading him so sign the contract.)
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The whole scene was brutal and my jaw was on the floor from start to the end. Ngl I had to skip few seconds while Val was beating Angel because that when very fast, very soon.
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crappycamille · 28 days
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katsuki is always so careful when he fucks you.
it’s more about the fear of himself than is about you being fragile. he knows you’re strong, but it’s just, he becomes so… unhinged when it comes to you.
it’s the way you milk him, he thinks. it’s the way your creamy walls suck him in—aching to be filled by him— before he even has the chance to fully submerge his tip. he swears he gets high off your pussy.
it’s why he has to be careful.
he’s not fully conscious. he gets easily lost in that blissful yet oh-so desperate state… dangerously so. he doesn’t want to hurt his precious baby. so he’s careful. he tries his very best to control himself. for katsuki is a strong man and he knows how easily his baby bruises.
but you’re never one to make things easy on him, are you? he admires that about you most of the time, but you just don’t realize how dangerous you can be, do you?
you’re simply ignorant to it. yes, that’s it! you have to be. it’s the only explanation.
why else would you be taking katsuki’s hand in your own as he’s fucking you (carefully, of course). you’re desperately grasping to take control of his arm as he now has to shift his weight to keep his pace and position. he curiously obliges you. how could he not, especially when you’re this fucked out already.
you drag his hand up along your body until his hand is at the base of your throat. it’s when he feels your hands squeeze around his and a satisfied moan escapes your lips that he truly grasps what you’re doing. you want to be choked.
the realization has a guttural moan leaving his lips as he feels his balls tighten at your debaunched behavior. he picks up the pace, sloppily thrusting into your greedy cunt as the hand choking you grips you like no other.
he can’t control it. he’s squeezing so hard you’re sure there will be bruises to have to explain later. but you don’t care. you’re seeing stars right now. you both are.
warbly moans leave the both of you in harmonious bliss. katsuki swears you’ll be the death of him as he struggles to breathe by the sheer magnitude of his climax. but what does such a trivial matter like breathing mean to him? to either of you?
you’re both far too gone in the highly intoxicating drug that is love.
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imstillaliveyay · 1 year
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A Little of My Soul
You keep me on the precipice of the cliff
It's fall known and unknown to us both from opposing sides
We do not stand still while the wind sways me further towards and apart from you
While you fly still in the space between me and the fall
I see the light shine through you but not on me, the sun doesn't pierce the living quite like it's rays do
. . . .
I raised you from where you had fallen
Only for you to leave me forgotten, how often...how often...
Does that look of regret that passes by your eyes mean me...or the countless dreams I helped build and destroy, demean we.
Let us look through the films in the backs of your eyes and replay them along side what goes on in my mine,
Would they match, should they be laid transparent would they show where we began and you ended
Would your song blend or bend....
What you took I tried to take back but in doing so...
That knife that sits so peacefully in your back, became real
Almost as real as the one that carved out mine..
See your wound is open, mine is closed
Doth have no fury like a woman scorned, or something like that
. . . .
What is that but another man downplaying his trespass on a woman by laying down and burying himself in her to remind us of what she truly needs.
That a womans love fuels her hate,
that her loyalty and strength mean nothing without a dick to attached to it
That the only head she thinks for is the one between his legs..
. . . .
See I'm not bleeding anymore
Not like you are
I have healed, my scars have long since stopped aching
The only lust that drove me is that of power
Power you couldn't reach on your own so you needed me to get on my knees for it
Power you couldn't wield on your own so you made her get on her knees for it
Power you couldn't keep on your own so I had to put you on your knees for it
. . . .
Now, we sway here
You and I
Me dancing around you once again
But where is your smile, your laughter, your joy from before
You used to love to see me dance....
When I was dancing for you.
. . . .
That's not all that's changed but it's all you'll notice,
And my fingers reach through what's always been a hollow chest for you,
I touch the rays that shine inspite of you and feel a warmth that just doesn't quite ring true
You hover once more in the space between as I take a bow and leave the peak.
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smute · 2 years
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torpidcanid · 15 days
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One day my mother will look into the mirror and she will see me, one day I will look into the mirror and I will see her. And that day i will cry. I will cry and mutilate my skin. I will pull out my insides, inspecting them and cleaning, to remove all traces of her, i will make a cut and put my fingers under my skin, fingers touching muscle, touching bone, searching for the person i was.
I hope i will be able to find it
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