masterfrederick

"My peace has always been dependent on all the ashes in my wake." -Hozier, "Arsonist's Lullaby. I am on my way home from the hardest weekend of my life. Things transpired this weekend that were, truth be told, necessary. Before the rumor mill gets hold of this and runs away with it as it is all too often wont to do, I will tell you what happened, as simply and honestly as it is. Preface: a few years ago I was in a toxic and extremely unhealthy relationship. Neither of us was a saint and I will never deny my deeds in it, but it is more hers that are currently relevant. She manipulated me badly. In her attempt to make me jealous enough to

I checked up on the guy with whom I argued about whether or not BDSM is misogynistic today. Turns out after I blocked him he went on for several more entries strictly about me. Poor little dog. I rang his bell, he drooled. Licking his wounds must have tasted REALLY sour.