BehindTheBorderline
@borderlinesub.bsky.social
Broken toy and mentally somewhere else | liebt ihn ♥️ | Pain-Slut vom Sadisten | lost & found | beautifully broken | messy mind
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devot | kinky | Brat
https://www.baumwollseil.de/wunschliste-borderlinesub.html
www.bestfans.com/behindtheborderline
"Mein" kleines Rudel.
Die Liebe meines Lebens, mein Herz auf vier Beinen und meine Seele auf vier Beinen. 💔
Die Liebe meines Lebens, mein Herz auf vier Beinen und meine Seele auf vier Beinen. 💔
December 22, 2025 at 10:31 AM
"Mein" kleines Rudel.
Die Liebe meines Lebens, mein Herz auf vier Beinen und meine Seele auf vier Beinen. 💔
Die Liebe meines Lebens, mein Herz auf vier Beinen und meine Seele auf vier Beinen. 💔
😔💔
Wir vermissen dich jede Sekunde...
Wir vermissen dich jede Sekunde...
December 21, 2025 at 7:47 PM
😔💔
Wir vermissen dich jede Sekunde...
Wir vermissen dich jede Sekunde...
Wie sehr ich diesen tollen Hund vermisse und liebe... 💔
December 20, 2025 at 9:38 AM
Wie sehr ich diesen tollen Hund vermisse und liebe... 💔
Es war kein Zufall, das ich dich auf deinen letzten Weg eine Weile so halten durfte, wie damals an dem Tag, an dem du angefangen hast uns zu vertrauen. 🖤🌈
December 19, 2025 at 2:04 PM
Es war kein Zufall, das ich dich auf deinen letzten Weg eine Weile so halten durfte, wie damals an dem Tag, an dem du angefangen hast uns zu vertrauen. 🖤🌈
Frivoler wirds wohl nicht mehr. 🤷🏻♀️
December 12, 2025 at 1:59 PM
Frivoler wirds wohl nicht mehr. 🤷🏻♀️
Sieht nach nicht viel aus, aber ich spüre es beim sitzen. Das ist... neu, tatsächlich. 🤔
Dämliches Stahl-Lineal.
#Spurenliebe
Dämliches Stahl-Lineal.
#Spurenliebe
December 1, 2025 at 6:38 PM
Sieht nach nicht viel aus, aber ich spüre es beim sitzen. Das ist... neu, tatsächlich. 🤔
Dämliches Stahl-Lineal.
#Spurenliebe
Dämliches Stahl-Lineal.
#Spurenliebe
Es hinterlässt durch die scharfen Ränder kleine Cuts.
December 1, 2025 at 12:24 PM
Es hinterlässt durch die scharfen Ränder kleine Cuts.
Resting Bitch-Face. Ich kanns noch.
December 1, 2025 at 12:15 PM
Resting Bitch-Face. Ich kanns noch.
Some storms don’t break me.
They forge me.
They forge me.
November 29, 2025 at 2:27 PM
Some storms don’t break me.
They forge me.
They forge me.
I am not "your" good girl. But I am his.
November 28, 2025 at 5:30 PM
I am not "your" good girl. But I am his.
Ok. Fuck it.
November 28, 2025 at 10:55 AM
Ok. Fuck it.
Tie me tighter than my thoughts.
November 27, 2025 at 1:16 PM
Tie me tighter than my thoughts.
Soft body. Heavy mind. Tight knots.
November 27, 2025 at 1:03 PM
Soft body. Heavy mind. Tight knots.
I learned to bite down my truth until it bled…
To smile when my voice was breaking, to kneel to the silence that kept me small. But the ache in me is done obeying and the darkness is finally asking to be heard.
To smile when my voice was breaking, to kneel to the silence that kept me small. But the ache in me is done obeying and the darkness is finally asking to be heard.
November 26, 2025 at 2:45 PM
I learned to bite down my truth until it bled…
To smile when my voice was breaking, to kneel to the silence that kept me small. But the ache in me is done obeying and the darkness is finally asking to be heard.
To smile when my voice was breaking, to kneel to the silence that kept me small. But the ache in me is done obeying and the darkness is finally asking to be heard.
You can be both.
The "good girl" and the girl who survived everything.
The "good girl" and the girl who survived everything.
November 25, 2025 at 6:26 AM
You can be both.
The "good girl" and the girl who survived everything.
The "good girl" and the girl who survived everything.
Kink taught me boundaries.
Trauma taught me why I needed them.
Trauma taught me why I needed them.
November 24, 2025 at 7:01 PM
Kink taught me boundaries.
Trauma taught me why I needed them.
Trauma taught me why I needed them.
A quiet confession of the girl who wanted to speak, but found safety in surrender instead.
Some silences are chosen…
and some are simply survived.
Some silences are chosen…
and some are simply survived.
November 24, 2025 at 3:58 PM
A quiet confession of the girl who wanted to speak, but found safety in surrender instead.
Some silences are chosen…
and some are simply survived.
Some silences are chosen…
and some are simply survived.
There were days I wrapped my arms around myself because it was the only way to feel safe…
and silence felt easier than truth.
and silence felt easier than truth.
November 24, 2025 at 1:26 PM
There were days I wrapped my arms around myself because it was the only way to feel safe…
and silence felt easier than truth.
and silence felt easier than truth.
I'm borderline happy and I'm borderline sad
I'm borderline good and I'm borderline bad
And I can't get rid of this tingling fear
You'd sort me out if my head gets clear
I'm borderline good and I'm borderline bad
And I can't get rid of this tingling fear
You'd sort me out if my head gets clear
November 20, 2025 at 1:32 PM
I'm borderline happy and I'm borderline sad
I'm borderline good and I'm borderline bad
And I can't get rid of this tingling fear
You'd sort me out if my head gets clear
I'm borderline good and I'm borderline bad
And I can't get rid of this tingling fear
You'd sort me out if my head gets clear
Ich wollte was zum devoten Donnerstag schreiben, aber... ich fühls gerade nicht... 😔
November 20, 2025 at 11:19 AM
Ich wollte was zum devoten Donnerstag schreiben, aber... ich fühls gerade nicht... 😔
Sometimes you need a hug from the rope.
November 19, 2025 at 3:23 PM
Sometimes you need a hug from the rope.
So, get away
Another way to feel what you didn't want yourself to know
And let yourself go
Another way to feel what you didn't want yourself to know
And let yourself go
November 18, 2025 at 9:17 AM
So, get away
Another way to feel what you didn't want yourself to know
And let yourself go
Another way to feel what you didn't want yourself to know
And let yourself go
There’s something comforting about fallen wood. The way it softens into the forest, the way decay becomes a quiet kind of resilience.
Some days I feel like this too.
Weathered, breaking open and still finding a place to belong.
Some days I feel like this too.
Weathered, breaking open and still finding a place to belong.
November 17, 2025 at 12:12 PM
There’s something comforting about fallen wood. The way it softens into the forest, the way decay becomes a quiet kind of resilience.
Some days I feel like this too.
Weathered, breaking open and still finding a place to belong.
Some days I feel like this too.
Weathered, breaking open and still finding a place to belong.
