#what do you want from me

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I often crave violence when I’m upset. Someone who will hurt me.

Because somehow. Somehow, somehow, somehow I can convince myself I’m crying because my body hurts. Not because my heart hurts.

bees are hot.

in unrelated news, hypothetically, let’s say, i am a bee and i find you (the person reading this) and, for the sake of argument, slowly corrupt you through mindmelting pollen so you also become bee. we beecome buzzy bees and serve their Majesty to complete tasks and bee happy in our submission to our Majesty…

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