it’s true i am Queen

erm actually, my dick is her favourite

yeah
you can lap at the ear like a cat drinking milk while whimpering pathetically because you need it so badly

we’ve gotten better at dealing with pain. that makes me glad.

no one likes being hurt, yet it is so fundamental to humanity that we will dismiss people for not having felt that true sinking feeling of knowing that something is wrong inside but not wanting or knowing how to fix it yet.

that you should’ve dealt with it properly while you had the chance.

forgotten, left behind, covered up, thrown away, treated like it isn’t there, until that damage comes into the spotlight, stealing the thunder, showing you why it shouldn’t have been underestimated, and beats the shit out of you until you fucking understand that it’s been there the whole time and

that kind of hurt is real, and it sucks. it eats at you from inside, and the nerves fire and the brain is warned that something is damaged, broken, wrong.
and it gets ignored like spam mail left at your door.

because it is.

humans still feel this pain. but there’s something else. a break up doesn’t cause pain or harm to the body, and yet we say it hurts, it aches, it breaks the heart. losing a loved one is the same. emotional pain isn’t true pain, at least in the literal sense, and yet we treat it like it is.

no, bees don’t have the air of mystery or the somewhat sinister vibe i’m looking for

awesome!

i know my audience :)