There’s two types of anger one is dry and the other wet and basically wet anger is when your eyes water and your voice shakes and I hate that cause I feel weak when I’m crying while angry I like dry anger when your face is like stone and your voice is sharp I guess wet anger shows that you care too much and dry anger means you’re done.
This is the best description ever
Anonymous asked: Why do you choose the word Daddy? As a Daddy is a father
Because when you are a child, your father is the main man of your life, there as a guide, a protector, someone who loves you and gives you affection. You feel safe in his arms. When you grow older, you lose that connection with your father, or at least I did. My dad is now just a man in my life who is my dad, there is nothing more to it than that, no daddy there anymore. I have suffered a fair share of psychological trauma from my past, and still need a daddy in my life. I turn sexual and romantic relationships into daddy relationships, because those men become the main role models in my life, they become the ones I look up to to care for me, and guide me when I struggle. I choose daddy because I think it’s an honour to be called it, it means someone is putting their absolute trust, faith, and everything into you, and that’s pretty much it.
I agree as I know many other littles would but my reason is completely different. My biological father was an abusive man and an alcoholic. A void was created in me from never having a loving dad that many others get to experience… This emptiness brought many issues for me having a partner to love. I was always so needy, wanting extra care, love an affection and no matter who I was with, any guy I got close to, nothing clicked for me before my daddy showed up in my life. Now I’ve been with my daddy for over 2 years almost 3 and I’ve honestly have never felt so whole and happy before in my entire life. He loves me, watches over me, protects me from strangers to the monsters under my bed, takes care of me all the time and much more. When I’m ill, he buys and makes me warm soup, makes sure I take the right meds, keeps me warm and in bed, something that my biological father never did. My father never guided me or loved me… He never even cared. And till this day I still feel threatened by him.
Honestly I’ve felt stuck many times because of my need to want a daddy. A part of me doesn’t want to grow up… To let go of something I never had. But some of us don’t have to and choose not to like I did. So fuck those who are against daddies. (¬д¬。) humph