i let myself be picked up again. i decided that i loved this master. and no matter what master wanted to do to me, i would not run away. because i love my master. even if my master does not love me. master can hurt me. i will accept the hurt. because master is precious to me and i do not want to lose master. i will let master do as master pleases… because i love you master…
I once knew a woman
who hammered nails into her body.
And at that point I didn’t understand
how such an act could be endured.
She called me a ghost
and I once helped her
pick up the thirty-two cents in change
that she dropped on the floor.
And I remember it was thirty-two cents
because I meticulously counted it.
She did a better job
at hiding it than others.
Sometimes you can only see it
in those deep, uncalled for sighs
or their restless fingers
or the way they might flinch
if you touched certain spaces.
I no longer think it strange
to hammer nails into a body.
We do it all the time.
is getting them out.
— (via starlitfingertips)
"I promise this won’t hurt a bit,"
said the sadist to the masochist.