Can someone draw me an Elephant with beetle wings wearing a tutu and dancing around in Ivy? Oddly specific I know but I had a really messed up dream involving this and kind of want to try to write a story involving it.
Soooooooky lol love it
Can someone draw me an Elephant with beetle wings wearing a tutu and dancing around in Ivy? Oddly specific I know but I had a really messed up dream involving this and kind of want to try to write a story involving it.
Lol just one of the OG admins of this page finding an obnoxious way to announce his return. It goes waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay back to 2010
Can a pony get an exorcist up in here? The voices in my head are being a little.......nnnnnnnnaaaauuuuuuuuuutyyyyyyyyy
Speaking as a combat hardened soldier, I am intimately familiar with PTSD and the effects it has on someone and the fight or flight is still there. Its exaggerated but there. I wrote the ending the same as the beginning to illustrate the torture that prolonged exposure therapy caused me personally until I was near the end of it. Its repetative and painful and always the same.
Thanks! This is, in a nutshell, what treatment for PTSD felt like.
Cold. Wet. Alone. Unable to breathe. The dark curtain beginning to close from my periphery. The pressure in my chest crushing me. The weight on my legs pulling me deeper. I try to scream but cannot. I try to claw for the surface but am only pulled further and further down.
My skin is like ice now; like millions of tiny daggers digging into me. My hands are numb. My chest burns, begging for air. The curtain around my vision closing slowly. The chains around my ankles pulling me deeper and deeper seem to grow tighter with each passing moment.
I look up and see only a pinprick of light above me. Salvation. Safety. Warmth. All of this so far out of reach for me now as I'm dragged below.
I look down and see nothing. Only the black of the unknown. A chill runs down my spine. Different from the icy cold of the water that surrounds me. I chill of knowing. A realization that this is the end. This is MY end. Drowning alone in this pit. Forever pulled deeper and deeper into this abyss. I look once more toward salvation. I close my eyes and scream, letting the final bit of air escape my lungs. Succumbing to the darkness.
I'm warm again, sitting in a small office. There's a man in an Army uniform across from me. Studying me. Tears are running down my face and I am shaking uncontrollably but not from fear. Adrenaline coursing through my veins. It's fight or flight. It's now or never, do or die. I leap to my feet and head for the door but the soldier stops me. His voice is cool, calm, almost soothing.
"Corporal, our session isn't over yet. I know it is difficult for you to go through this again. I know it hurts to relive that day, but by understanding the events of that day we are able to overcome the horrors of it. Now, please have a seat and follow my breathing. Slowly in through your nose........and out through your mouth. Good. Now, let's continue."
Cold. Wet. Alone. Unable to breathe. The dark curtain beginning to close from my periphery...
Jan 25, 2000
I'm in love! Her name is Stacie and she's beautiful. Dark brown hair, green eyes, a nice athletic build and a smile that could warm your soul. I would do anything for her. Hell, I would kill for her if she asked me too. It was Stacie that figured out what was wrong with me. You see, I've always had fantacies about cutting people open. I think of the feel of their warm blood between my fingers as I pulled out their insides. This thought always excites me. I don't do anything about it. I mean I have never killed anyone because of these thoughts. Hell I'm just a kid with a sick way of getting off. That's not a big deal. Happens all the time. I love her and would never do anything like that to her. As long as Stacie is mine I could keep my fantacies in check.
Jan 27, 2000
Stacie and I made love for the first time today. The whole time I couldn't stop thinking about ripping her open! What the hell is wrong with me!?!?! Here I am naked with this beautiful girl and all I can think of is how much I want my hand on her heart when it stops. It makes me sick to think of! Sick, angry, and...increadibly excited. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Jan 30, 2000
She asked me about my fantacies today. We were talking about the other day and how "into it" I got about midway through. I didn't want to tell her. I couldn't tell her. I just said it was a bondage/domination thing. How could I tell her I wanted her blood all over my body? I love her, I can't kill her. I have to prevent myself from thinking about this any more!
Feb 9, 2000
She's gone. She left me. She said that I don't really love her. That I'm it's impossible for me to feel anything. She said normal human emotions won't register with me because I'm psychopathic! Can you believe that? I love her and she say's I'm psycho! I'm so upset I can barely type this. I have to get her back. I just have to...NO MATTER WHAT
Feb 14, 2000
She came back to me! I knew she would. It's Valentine's Day after all. The day when love conquers all. I have to keep this short. She's upstairs waiting...tied to my bed. She said she wants to make all my fantacies come true. Well ok, maybe not says with her mouth (the gag prevents that) but her eyes say it all. Her perfect green eyes...
Jan 25, 2010
Has it already been 10 years since Stacie? Wow, first love is strange. She opened up so many new doors for me! Oh the memories...It's funny, I commemorate my first love and expression of my deepest desire every year. 10 Valentine's Days spent the same way. 10 women playing the part of my beloved Stacie. 10 funerals to mourn the loss of first love. But it is all worth it. Worth having the connection to my Stacie again.
Feb 14, 2010
Her name was Sarah and she was beautiful. Brown hair, athletic build, and her eyes..........perfect green eyes.