Mother , PhD

there's something almost sweet about watching a perfectly articulate mind dissolve into incoherent mush.

ovulation cramps .. you are my enemy

just woke up, already thinking about how lovely it would be to have some pathetic mutt lapping at my foot while i grind the other into their worthless little crotch.

mine in thought.
mine in dreams.
mine in devotion.
mine in every little moment. mine.
mine.
mine. ♡

i love polite, well-mannered women and men with absolutely no ability to maintain their composure around me.

i'm actually very sympathetic toward needy men. it must be terribly difficult to have so little dignity and so much affection to give.

double posting because its too cute not to 🤍

i've never been interested in owning a dog that merely obeys. i want devotion so deeply ingrained that the very thought of straying feels unnatural. a sweet, stupid little mutt so hopelessly devoted they'd sooner gnaw off their own paw than allow their mind to wander. ♡

yeah. yeah yeah. yeah.

🧠🧵

i don't think i could ever love something normal. i like my pets a little defective, preferably embarrassingly so.

i don't think possessiveness is inherently unattractive. personally, i'd be quite offended if you weren't a little sick over me.

i think being someone's favorite person is a rather modest ambition

i think i'd like to eat you whole. not because you're particularly special, mind you. i simply dislike the idea of leaving any part of you for someone else.

the mind is such a delicate thing. isn't it fascinating how someone can spend their entire life building an identity, only to discover how much of it they're willing to surrender???

you're SICK if you enjoy being bullied by a girl who calls you a disgusting little worm and reminds you how pathetic you are. good thing i'm technically a doctor. ♡