Saint of Delusion

well let’s see if I care

what are any of you ever fucking talking about

love wearing all black in public i hope no large gaseous heat emitting orb in the sky comes along and makes my day worse

we're having sex and you pull out at the end to discover your cock is entirely gone, dissolved (ive digested it like a pitcher plant). bye!

You'd unfollow me for my pitcher plant pussy post? After the beautiful night we shared???

WASNT A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT. PESIS IS GONE.

It's such a disappointment that tearing someone's throat out with your teeth kills them. Sex would be so much more fun if we could maul each other and come back from it.

I think if you get killed in a sexual context the universe should just give you that one for free and let you go again.

The circumstances of the average ghoul in Vampire: The Masquerade is kind of funny. Like, imagine you regularly fantasize about being taken by some aristocratic bloodsucker, generously adorned with dresses and gems, keeps you as a servant in her mansion, and then your domnitor is Cassandra from Accounting. She takes you to live in her apartment so she can split the rent. She sleeps on a mattress on the floor and she hasn't washed her bedsheets in the past six months. There's a mysterious stain on her pillows. She hasn't taken half of her belongings out of the boxes. And you're blood bound, so you can't even say 'damn bitch you live like this'.