murder your memory

you don’t even want me dead in an interesting way

you unfollowed because you are not pure of heart

I am the surgeon & I am the patient & I am the technician handing over the scalpel & I am the scalpel & I am the pervert touching themselves in the corner

putting your fingers in my mouth turns my brain off

I like checking my mutuals blogs after I wake up. It's like my version of reading the paper, the very horny, slutty, often deranged version of the paper.

I have a disease called I can’t reply to your text. I love you

i’m going to be really honest with you guys i think the tendency to read the absolute worst possible intentions into every action you don’t agree with is getting too automatic and it’s eating you from the inside out

there’s nothing casual about the way i feel anything

and for the lady, perhaps a dp’ing from two masked men?