i know my directness can be alarming but it's for this reason that i am so fascinated by pseudo-incest + incest theory.
offsetting some hours today so i spent this morning reading mel🍈n no aji and ch7 made me cry. "i dreamt i was your son" β†’ "please praise me more like you would a son" πŸ₯² such a work understands the deep-seated desire to be nurtured and doted on in depressive stagnancy.

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