I Am Very Much The Kind Of Person To Constantly Have Emojicombos Dot Com Open In A Tab It Makes It So

maybe that idea is right, only one way to find out/lh -⛓

using my own words against me, now, are we?

for someone who was so scared, your confidence sure did build up fast.

「★」 TO THE MOON, AND NEVER BACK . . .

all likes and followings will come from @vulpes-ventricle

⟢ hello and welcome to my “secret” space .ᐟ

you can call me curly! this is my source memory-based, yearning-based account.

i want to say that everything talked about on this blog is SAFE, SANE, and CONSENSUAL. nothing i’ve done in the past, and nothing i’ve written about, was outside of my own volition.

if you are uncomfortable with any of the following . . . ⇒ Curly x Jimmy ⇒ “doomed”, or toxic relationships ⇒ co-dependency ⇒ alters/headmates who AREN’T source separated ⇒ NSFW concepts ⇒ obsession-themed romance ⇒ manipulation . . . then you probably won’t enjoy this blog.

⟢ ABOUT ME .ᐟ

Captain Grant Curly 𓏵 ageless (appears 30s) 𓏵 he/him/his 𓏵 cisgender male 𓏵 bisexual

⟢ TAGS .ᐟ

⭐️// depraved mind ⤷ “trigger warning” posts ⭐️// lovesick letters ⤷ romantic / obsession themed ⭐️// cherry rose tinted ⤷ directed posts ⭐️// vulpes_ventricle ⤷ system-based ⭐️// the moon is quiet ⤷ source memories ⭐️// captain approves ⤷ reblogs ⭐️// captain is speaking ⤷ any and all original posts

I just want to be soft

Why am I so angry, so harsh, so violent, so destroying.

It’s unfair

i’m so deeply curious about this anon…

small world, huh, captain? 'm sure you could connect the dots. use that pretty head of yers.

...looks like you've picked up after yourself these days. wonder if you're still as easy as you used to be.

– ✘

easy? what ever do you mean? “picked up after myself”? connect the dots?

oh, now i’m more curious then ever.

im so scared theyll all leave me

tw.

my skin is scrubbed raw and red. my head is pounding and i’m shaking feebly. as i run the water, washing the sink out, watching red and clear mix and swirl down the drain, and as i wipe the spit from my lips, flushing the toilet and watching nothing but bile swirl down it’s own respective drain, i slump agains the wall.

is this really where i’ve gotten myself in life?

i love making you feel special, its how you make me feel! you have a tag on my blog now not that you are aware of interacting with me off anon hehehe -⛓

i’m still so unsure on who exactly you are.

i have my own tag? how interesting.

y'know, oblivious. blissfully unaware. i'll give you some credit, though. i'm in a better mood. surprise, surprise ":^[

– ✘

i try to not confront certain things, especially if it’s negative. i act “blissfully unaware” in that sense.

what’s got you in such a good mood?

i’m a sick, sick man, aren’t i.

sick for wanting the duality of life itself, sick for wanting you. sick for wanting you at your worst, the screaming and manipulation and threat. sick for wanting you at your best, even if your best is feral and violent and obsessive.

i will bow before your alter, for forever, if it means i get to be near you for forever.

i want him at the red crescent-moon-shaped indents that bubble up blood as i beg and plead and cry, and i want him at the soft, soothing, big brown eyes as we both gently whisper murmurings of forgiveness.

i am but a sick man.

nsfw.

make me wear one of those pretty, girly underwear pairs, and the plug. make me walk around the house, doing my chores, every movement jostling me from the inside, soaking through the pretty lace…