turns out i wasn’t sad i just needed to give myself over to absolute pleasure and swim the warm waters of sins of the flesh
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 want to sniff you also but affectionately and lovingly and caringly this is not something im getting off to i just love you
Thank God, i don't want someone getting off to me like that
-19 yr old trans man who likes art!!- Reposting (and posting) makes me nervie - so I'm a chronic liker!
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