By day, I'm precision wrapped in composure. Sharp tongue. Brutally honest. I don't sugarcoat. I dissect. Most people stop there.
They don't get invited past the armor.
I'm drawn to power exchange because nothing kills the ego faster than being seen too clearly to hide. I like consensual degradation, not the cheap, performative kind, but the kind that p**ls away pride until all that's left is trust and a very smug grin on someone else's face. I'm into feet. Judge if you want. Your opinion is free; mine's already made.
Small talk is a punishment. Curated personalities are exhausting.
If your idea of flirting involves wit, psychological warfare, a healthy respect for consent, and the occasional reminder that my dignity is more of a suggestion than a fixed a**et... we'll probably get along.
Love your fucking life. Take pictures of everything. Tell people you love them. Talk to random strangers. Do things you're scared to do. Fuck it, because so many of us die and no one remembers a thing we did. Take your life and make it the best story in the world.
Don't waste that shit.
A 40 oz coffee and doom scrolling for 7 hours while being completely dehydrated and sleep deprived has never helped my anxiety but I'll try again now just to be sure.
How is it 2026 and no one has created an anxiety med that's combined with an antacid, mental stability, 100 gm of protein, ibuprofen, and the will to live.
My favorite summer olympic sport is the one where I run out of the house without shoes on 90-100 degrees asphalt to retrieve amazon packages on the porch
Hear me out... an Easter egg hunt for adults and the eggs are filled with $100 bills, fcks to give, anxiety meds, ibuprofen, antacids
AND the will to live.
Hear me out. A food truck that sells chicken sandwiches, I could park it next to Chick-Fil-A and it'll only be open on Sunday's. I'll call it Side
Chick.
I hate when people say
"you'll get through this."
I've been getting through things my whole life. I don't want to get through anymore. I want to feel normal. I want to feel light.
I want to stop carrying stuff I didn't choose. I want to exist without constantly scanning for danger.