I Don’t Want To Live Like This. I Only Exist At This Point. All I Do Is Distract My Mind So I Don’t

Wounds of the Earth

— by xis.lanyx

how many followers do you have

only you baby i swear

a butch bit me. got dykeanthropy

It was a headache at first. And then the itching—oh the itching! She clawed at her head relentlessly, to no avail. Something other than relief sprouted beneath her fingertips.

But her pain was soothed instead of scorned, her horns met with kindness instead of a knife.

Got bored so here's the Simon Riley

I love my army wife

Showing 'Exhaustion' in Writing

Heavy eyelids, struggling to stay open.

Slumping shoulders, barely able to hold themselves up.

Dragging feet with each step.

Speaking in a slow, slurred manner.

Dark circles under the eyes.

Yawning frequently and deeply.

Head nodding forward, trying to stay awake.

Leaning heavily against walls or furniture.

Rubbing eyes and face with hands.

Deep, weary sighs escaping lips.

Wincing at bright lights or loud sounds.

Staring blankly ahead, unable to focus.

Weak, unsteady movements.

Muttering incoherently to themselves.

Falling asleep in unusual places.

Lack of response or delayed reactions.

Propping their head up with their hand.

Collapsing onto the nearest available surface.

Swaying slightly on their feet.

Barely lifting their head to speak or listen.

Big rough butch hands... big rough butch hands.... big butch han.... butchm....

ok so what if the little pathetic part of my brain just wants to be held and protected???? huh????? UGHHHHHHGHHG