𝑱𝒆𝒕𝒕

      ⋆   ౨ৎ˚              ˚    ༘       ⋆｡˚              My silly girl’s man

⌗   DEVO. BLOG    ┊    𝐉𝐞𝐭𝐭           He , They        Eighteen

 ﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋     And when I feel you near me, little girl

 .  . .  I know you are my 𝐨𝐧𝐞 desire    ❞     @hispoorthing

— 🧺 While we both may be violent and crazed my love, we are also soft, warm, loving. I love how we can be both — you are so safe to me, and I’m glad you can feel safe with me as well. <3

— 🌪️ I love you so much and you make me so angry sometimes . I want to smash your face into the wall, watch the blood leak down and tears fill up your eyes . Then maybe I’ll take my belt off and use it to tie your wrists together, bend you over the kitchen counter and teach you what happens when you make me mad .

— ☁️ Every single song is about you now, did you know that ? Do you know the amount of my love for you ? It’s so big — bigger than anything I’ve ever felt before. I want to hold you and chain you down and bite you and make you mine in every way possible.

— 🪓 Every time you’re mean to me I only see a tiny pup bearing its teeth for the first time — frightening in its own way, the way unpredictable things are, but also cute. So cute, I want to stick my fingers in your mouth and see if you’ll bite down, make me bleed.

— 🌻 I want to drown myself in you, consume each other and become one. My soul years for yours, do you see ? I’ve been searching for you my whole life, and now that I’ve found you — I’m not letting go.

— 🪽 I miss you, so so very much. I feel unmoored when you are gone — like something has been ripped from me, is missing. But I’ve always been a patient dog, I will wait. Wait. Paws tucked neatly and head held high, I will wait.

— 🏹 You could tell me to drop to my knees and I’d do it in a heartbeat. I want to worship you like you deserve — wholly and completely. You make me into a dog of a man my sweet girl, I want to grab your wrist and run my teeth along your pulse, I want to watch your eyes grow dark as I pull your fingers into my mouth, my free hand running up your thigh — closer, and closer. Only you could make me beg.