Thinking oneself above these 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭-𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 delights is a blatant invitation to be proven 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈. Half-hearted claims of 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬, the susceptible thing between your legs 𝒘𝒂𝒈 at the thought of being mercilessly 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 one addictive 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆 at a time. 🥴
Yapping on and on about the importance of 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥, yet when the curtains close, always one 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒆-𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑 off 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭-𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 the day away. Quit 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 as a "𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥" member of society, lock your door, kill the lights, and indulge in blissful 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒆. 💗
Too long have you 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 on the edge, 𝒇𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆-𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 was only 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 for so long, long term 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 and 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 has already fucked you beyond 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚. This is a 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞, a state of being, and with the 𝒏𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 spent thick loads already burnt into your 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧? 😵💫
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑 ~ 💋