i would kill everything you love and make you watch if it meant you’d give in to me. why wouldn’t you? what’s left?
as much as i talk about beating the shit out of my person or whatever the fuck, i do give praise while that’s occurring. not in a sweet way, it’s probably a little condescending. but, it does happen. i am a good mother.
do your chores, get your work done, and then come back to mama to tell her all about your day, about how good you were. sit on top of me and color in my tattoos while you do, that’d be nice.
a little less talkative as of late, no less demented than i usually am. still abusive. still having daily beers. be back soon.
man, i love that pathetic shit. gets even better when you know it’s truly meant, and it isn’t just said because they know you get off on it. makes my day, makes my week.
hey. been a minute, gathered my bearings. back around for a while, and i’m about to have a beer. obviously.
i only ever post about three things, in rotation, same shit. sums me up as a person. if you have my notifications on, turn them off. save yourself.
and unfortunately, i would like to take advantage of you while you’re in a vulnerable headspace. it’ll bring us closer.