Seems to be bunny in the trough Thursday
I’m not bea…
I don’t cry the way she cried…
But when I laugh it’s her laugh
The fragments of her I carry, bring me comfort and sorrow.
Cause even though us becoming a version of herself without all the pain… was all she ever really wanted… it hurts that for me to exist as I am… that she had to disappear.
i want to drug you. i want to watch as your eyes get heavier and you start looking around for answers. i want to lead you to your own bed with my sickeningly sweet voice cooing in your ear that everything will be alright if you just come with me, my hands pulling you along. i want to slip off your clothes so gently you barely feel it. i want you to sink deeply into your mattress where you feel safe and comfortable. then i want to rape you until i've had my fill.
this is about lesbian sex with my sister!
bloodborne yuri
So… seems like our system did a shuffle.
The original core three (B, C, and A)are nowhere to be found.
And the formerly secondaries (E, D, and F) are now the only ones here…
But we’ve changed.
It’s like in working through shit… our brain has reshuffled our cards. Putting some in the discard, and making three larger hands out of what was six or so.
We no longer need our trauma holders or guy who copes with shit.
We can now work through our shit… as still fucked up as our beautiful brain is lol.
But onward…
Also we may change our individual names…
Though over all we are still wren.
More so than we were before.
A wren with less hurt.
A wren who… enjoys being herself.
yay more syscovery! im glad yall are healing and growing :3
Like second puberty, but for the girls in my head lol.
Wild coyote on the roof of a bar, Queens, NY. March, 2015. via
new york freakin city babey
peeing after robot sex so i dont get an hdmi
roadkill girl
substance abuse is like the most normal response in these conditions

maybe your cat is meowing bc it wants a cigarette





