my love language is biting. like i want to actually scar your skin. it’s pretty.

actually stab me. i’ll giggle, i’ll even wrap my hair around my finger as i swing my feet back and forth.

you make me sick. (flirting)

i love pathetic boys.

throws up on his dick. i love you, babe.

finger their mouth and mock them when they whine. “you wish it was something else, huh?” the way they react on those words. it’s incredible.

i want to use your body as a flowerpot so when you rot away there will be nothing left except a patch of flowers what grew out of your body.

you scare me but that makes me so attracted to you.

put salt on your tongue and lick their cuts, that’s what i call romance.

i piss on you to mark my territory.

i’m attracted to people who can fuck me up mentally and physically.

your neighbors think you’re abusing your dog but it’s just your whining girlfriend.

i puke on cock. (flirting)

you’d look prettier rotting in my backyard. <3

i love it when he treats me like a dog.

a sweet, little fairy attracted to extremely violent, disturbing men. (me)