skeleanimalz

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vintage heart-shaped lockets

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Early 2000s Desktop Wallpapers!

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bpd culture is scrolling through this blog and thinking every single negative post about an fp is your fp talking about you and completely breaking every time. we just want to make them happy, we're so scared of hurting them, we're trying our best and failing so fucking hard. it makes us want to die so badly. they deserve so much better than us, why do they settle for us when we just keep hurting them? how long do we have until the thoughts the share here are said to us directly? til they leave us? we're so scared. we just want to do better. I'm sorry we can't be better.

-🥩🦂

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nvm I'm good now I fojnd some good ASMR n my beain like insta shut up I'm so sorry

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"lookng at their blogs n accojnts as a form of self harm isnt good for you" js adding more scars better w pk uld you prefer I do rhat

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v/n was righr too all we do is hurt people were selfish an d only think about ourselves dn he was right and *** was rkght n soon you guysl be sayinf the same

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god I feel. like I'm gonna vomit I just wanna forget. I just want things to be okay I want every happy I jsut wanna be loved

[skeleanimalz]

bpd culture is thinking back to when they told your fp that you're not a good person for them and.. you know what? maybe theyre right. maybe all i do is hurt them. i should kill myself so they can be happy. im just a parasite, everyone says so, im a terrible person. they'd be better without me. they'd be HAPPIER without me.

all i do is hurt them. im not good for them. not like their real partner is

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bpd culture is knowing that, despite your fp [also your romantic partner] being so kind and gentle with you no matter how many times you split on them for no reason or for tiny things, they're hurt by you and you know that no matter what good you do for them, you will always be a burden to them

- 🫀🩸[if that isnt taken ?]

[nope, it's all yours]

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bpd culture is waking up after having an episode and everyone's acting normal. like you're already cracking jokes? you can't just comfort me a little longer?

-🫀🎀

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[skeleanimalz]

rlly gotta get out of the habit of jerking off to make myself feel better :/

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i love you ❤️🖤

I love you too, my loverboy. I miss you I hope you front again soon adn we both can feel okay I miss you so bad I want you I wanna be held I love you I love you

[skeleanimalz]

anyways if I could have! one fucking night! where I front and don't split on myself! that would be so sexy!

[skeleanimalz]

bpd culture is slowly making peace with the new people in your fp's life, but still having the things you said while splitting about them, that you apologized for repeatedly, held over your head. and somehow, instead of splitting on your fp, you keep splitting on yourself everytime you think about it, but you can't even turn to either of your fps like you normally would because one will just make it worse by holding it over your head again, and the other gets upset at any mention of the other fp.

you can't even fully be mad because both of them have every right to do and feel what they do and feel, but you wish you could receive comfort.

-🥩🦉

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“hng..! fuck! t-too big, man!” i curse loudly as my roommate starts to pound at my previously virgin asshole, he had me pinned down to the shared couch of our apartment as my legs were slung onto his shoulder, his heavy body weight pressing against me. i cried out, tears slipping out as he uses me. “take it.” he grunts as he fucks his cock into me at a rapid pace.

he came home drunk, and horny. i was the first he saw, his cock already hard when he went in the apartment. i tried to tell him to stop, that i wasn’t interested, yet he slid his tongue in my mouth and i couldn’t exactly fight against him with his large and intimidating figure.

“s-shit, calm down i’m— too much!” i sobbed as i hear the slaps of our skin obscenely, it all felt too much as the loud squelch of his dick ramming my hole resonated through our apartment.

he was grunting and whimpering, head nuzzled into my neck as he inhaled my scent, nosing, kissing, and biting as he left marks on my body.

“you like bein’ fucked like a real man, pretty boy? you like takin’ it up the ass?” he whispers in my ear, his hands going up to my chest as he rubs my nipple — pinching and twisting at the sensitive bud.

“n-no!” i squeal, my body betraying my words as my back arched, cock hard as he rams into me repeatedly, hand reaching between our bodies and stroking my little t dick.

“fuck, fuck, fuck—“ he uttered, i could feel him kissing and biting my neck, leaving dark purple marks all over me. my mind goes blank as my eyes rolled to the back of my head, going dumb as i squealed, clenching around him.