te futueo et caballum tuum

fighting the urge to disappear and start a new life

all roads lead to hypersexuality with no way to fix it

the sound of breaking ribs under thick combat boots, threatening to make a new hole to fuck if you don’t open your fucking legs

I hate that everywhere I go and everything I see, involves me thinking of a way to kill myself

I think the cure to persistent loneliness is being forcibly held in possession of someone who wants to own you entirely

i hate the word spicy can we bring back calling things erotic

i’m one bad decision away from letting the void rawdog my soul

there’s nothing casual about the way i feel anything

my biggest kink is someone needing me like I need them

trying to explain why i like horror to people who don’t: ok so you know how it’s fun to be deeply disturbed and unsettled

"partner in crime" and the crime? sodomy