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Life Of A Part-Time Mermaid

"when you threw me to the wolves that night,
did you think they’d find me easy to swallow?
you’ve loved me more than the others; you know i claw and scream on the way down.

of course i bit back. i learned to love the moon.
i wore wolf skins as easily as my own.
i growled at death and watched him run.

please know that if you feel the hair rise on the back
of your neck, sense a shadow in the bathroom
mirror, find eyes in the thick of night, i am here.

i do not hunger after you.
i imagine you’ll taste exactly as i remember: sour, chalky, gritty. dirt under my nails.
i will be bored of this form soon.

i suggest next time, you try feeding me to dragons. — A STUDY IN SURVIVAL | m.c."

Me
I've been broken, I've loved and I've been hurt. A best friend, a hard worker, a loyal lover. I am simply human.

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Bad Intentions
Thursday, December 10, 2015 @ 5:30 PM
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I've been working, and pretty much not around. And you know, the one that I missed is back so there's that. Girls make me want to hit them when they talk about how amazing and romantic FSOG is. Not for the most common reasons. I've heard all of them and don't really care about those, because that's totally not the point of this. What gets me is how "romantic" it is to love a broken Dom. It's not. It's hard, easily harder than anything you want to willingly engage in. But, for some odd reason you do it. Not that I'm incredibly sure why, but you do. Kiddos, I love the broken sadistic Dom. I love the foster kid who does shit that you don't know about because of a childhood trauma. I love the one who will try to focus his demons on your body, and not in an abusive way. By all means if someone is abusive fucking run. But in a way that, yes stops if you call Red, but before you do he lays all the pain he feels into your body without sometimes realizing it. You don't get to be the one to "fix" him. Because he has to be the one who wants to repair the cracks that the world has left on him. But trust me when I say, it's not a romantic cake walk. Until you've been on the receiving end of loving someone who "Doesn't do girlfriends" or worse, doesn't do monogamous, don't romanticize it. Until you've been on the end of a bad night where you let them use your body to release their own pain, don't tell me how cute it is. If someone hasn't withheld how they feel completely, and not been 100% up front about it because they don't even know, don't tell me how much fun it would be. And for the love of all that is, don't tell me you want to "fix" someone. You can't fix someone. And if you're the reason someone wants to try, then hope like hell you're strong enough for the ride because it's exhausting physically and emotionally. It's so fucking exhausting.

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