I'm just going to start saying shit and if someone sees them cool cool cool 🤷
Yesterday afternoon I couldn't. And I stress. Couldn't. Stop thinking about how nice it would be for someone to put photos of or like videos of me on the Internet after running out onto incoming traffic. Like the thought of my guts and blood sprawled against the warm pavement while some sick pervert puts the beauty of my death up on the internet for people to jerk to or something just really satisfies a part of me. Maybe even record myself absolutely slobbering over a shotgun before pressing the muzzle up against my pallet and blowing my brains out. Letting the camera or my phone capture the splatter of meat, bone, and blood against the ceiling and wall just so others can enjoy me for one last time!!
Maybe it's my newfound appeal to Newfag Runs the Gauntlet but guts and blood have always been a part of me, from the hunt to the kill it's all a thrill 🙏
I don't remember anything, and some would think that's good but I would rather know what makes me this way than to have no clue. To be stuck in this haze of fog and cycle of self hatred and sorrow.
Man boobies should be in my face rn....sigh....men with big tits...why can't i just motorboat a guy with big knockers....please guys....boobiess
Mmmm....animalistic desire to hurt, hunt, and kill 🤤
idk if this counts as confession:
I really want to bite, I mean flesh to the molars, bite down, and tear, and I think it's because I've always wanted to just chew on raw meat but wasn't allowed to. It's all kinda mixed in with the wanting to beat someone up thing where like I end up wanting to just bite someones throat out ?? lmao idfk anymore.
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-19 yr old trans man who likes art!!- Reposting (and posting) makes me nervie - so I'm a chronic liker!
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