The Summer Sucks
The Summer Sucks
I don't have a refrigeration unit, so I can only brew when the weather agrees with me. It's been so hot, I have been sitting on this SMASH beer for weeks and I can't make it. Just because the sun wants to exist in my backyard
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Tumblr was a source of fuel for my anorexia. It's easy to compare and put myself down. Coming back now that I feel more firm in my recovery, well I think it might have been a mistake.
I want to go back to the tags that hurt me back when I suffered. I want to go and see the spo that lies there. I want to get triggered again. And I am. I've been going to these tags and I can feel the rock solid control I had start to slip.
The worst part is that I know those people don't mean any harm. I was there. I only wanted to find a home in a world that denied me one.
I'm back now and I refuse to go back to those tags. I want to help people now, not harm them.
I cant talk to anyone abòut this so im dumping it here.
My beloved and i got back into kink. We hadnt done any thing for 2 years and he only had 2 sessions under his belt before that.
We played. Session one fine fun even. Session two he brings out the belt and i love it. Session three was yesterday. More belt. Very fun. This afternoon my ass starts to hurt.
It's not too bad but a straight wooden chair is too painful. I sit on a pillow for 2 hours playing WoW. I can no longer comfortably lay on my back. Beloved went to put more lotion on. Bruises. Big ones.
I said i wanted bruises one day. I didnt mean now. Serves me right. I guess i expected him to somehow magically have perfect control of his tools. We have retired the belt until i have a higher pain tolerance and he has better control
Pushing them up against the wall as soon as you come home from work. Frustration coursing through your veins needing to be released. "You're going to be a good toy and open your legs for me." You say as you push yourself inside without further warning.