Blame

clap if you're a black hole of a person and have never been satisfied

Reblog if it’s ok for people to give you $599.99

I have been nothing but elusive and difficult to you and this is how you treat me

you have to withstand it bro. you have to endure it patiently

brand new payment method is gore. feed meat organs directly into the vending machine slot. buy peprsi

Girl cmon not fucking cool. You got your flesh and sinew stuck in my braces. Your muscle tissue- I'm gonna have to spend like half an hour picking this out later. Thanks for that. No, I know you're a lifeless corpse. I know you can't respond. I'm still mad at you!

you know how rams sometimes have their horns grow so much they impale themselves? well sometimes angels who spend too much time hanging around demons to smoke weed or fuck or whatever will often have little budding horns start to grow out of their heads. and if left unattended, the horns will keep growing until they pierce the halo. this of course fucks with the receiving power of the halo, making their connection to divinity weak and warbled, causing them to become really manic and strange and obsessive. the cool thing is that the halo will stay there, long after the light fades, embedded within the horns. and like this it serves as a great hook point for leashes and ropes and shit, and it’s fun cus it’s still extremely sensitive lol

abandon shame. theres more interesting emotions to be felt

unless its getting you off. in that case keep going

if you were my stitched-flesh champion i would hang you from the ceiling by thorny chains terminating in cruel hooks during maintenance like some kind of shibari automobile and i would take scalpel and pliers and a dozen little leaden needles to fix extra muscles under your skin and i would carefully lay basins beneath you to catch drips of the oily rusty sludge that sluggishly courses through your veins in lieu of blood. and when i etched bleak antilanguage runes down your spine or across your chest the candles of my necrochirurgical theatre would gutter and flare with agitated tongues of violet and citrine, chartreuse and greasy ashen grey. and it would be good, and you would be good, and in your usefulness to me you would be good.

maybe the cold and squirming thing from beyond the stars isn't in the mood for tentacle rape this evening. maybe it'd like to bottom for a change. have you considered that

lemme lick ur open wound please please please