Drop Dead, Gorgeous

I bite the hand that feeds me, I suck the cock that breeds me

Sure, I will reblog that

You were not offered a choice.

Guess you're forcing this post down my throat then

country boys make do

those first couple weeks after escaping a time loop have gotta be disorienting as all fuck. all those little cues that used to tell you what's about to happen are now triggers that cause you to brace for something that isn't coming. you have to relearn the permanence of death -- hell, you have reacquaint yourself with the entire concept of finality altogether. everything keeps changing but it never changes back and you keep having to remind yourself that this is normal. "it won't reset anymore," you echo to yourself, over and over and over, like a broken record, like you're still trapped in a loop, like someone who escaped the time loop but was doomed to bring it into the future with them

It’s always “revenge won’t give you back what you lost” and “murder is wrong” and never how was the bloody violent revenge the bloody violent revenge looked fun was it fun

don’t be scared cause i said i wanted to crack open your chest and play in your blood im not a scary person murder is very romantic