Bleed Me Dry

wound dressings and bandages are lingerie for the enlightened pervert

blood and gore are actually so beautiful once you realize how intimate they are. like, yes, i'm seeing what lives inside you. it's just as beautiful as you are!

i hope the nurses who have been taking my blood every few months enjoy atrocious freak vibes i give off by just staring at the blood slowly filling up a vial

"we can never find a vein on the first try :(" girl i do not mind keep feeling me up i might faint from my extreme brain boner

The wounds people hold at the core of their psyche are so hot. The gaping, shivering, tearing, seizing wound that infects our sense of self, provides the landscape and architecture for the way we see the world, and motivates all of our actions (whether we are aware or we rationalize). Someone prying their fingers into it and making a home for themself there. Exploring by touch. Reaching, scraping. Violating. I want you to mark me as deeply as they did.