I'm Your Carnal Flower, I'm Your Bloody Rose

The pomegranate sings in sun-slow summer, set under the cicada thrum of day. “Love devout is love devouring– blush-struck flowering gives way to fruit. We are scoured, spilling over the sticky hands that scrape at our roots– that is what it is to be known. Love that lets us see its teeth; love without restraint. Love that wants our fruit in full, and savours every stain.”

the inherent homoeroticism of someone else bandaging your wounds

haha yeah man thank you for not letting me bleed out on the floor and shit. Now kiss me on the mouth

girl I’ll make you perceive shrimp colours

I want the kind of sex that leaves bruises on my hips and handprints on my ass. The type where my chest is covered in love bites and your back is covered in scratches. I want the type of sex where my body aches and I can still feel you between my legs the next day.

you ever wonder how many people you’re in the “we’re friends but i would kiss you if you asked” club with

wow……my legs would look rly cute wrapped around ur waist………..„,….or ur head

*acts innocent but thinks about riding the fuck out of you*