gold gilded child of night

god knows I love men covered in blood and begging for their lives

big fan of a good shit-eating grin. like a ruckus-causing, pot-stirring type of grin. a smile that truly fucks around and finds out. anyway

*after gossiping* pleasure doing bitchness with you

just got back from the grocery store and realized i forgot to kill everyone

kill 'character did nothing wrong'. nurture 'character did everything wrong and i was whooping and cheering the whole time'

while they share a similar base flavor, dick tastes more umami while pussy tastes more acidic, though recent menstruation conveys an overwhelming metallic flavor that some diners object to (though i am not one of them). recommended wine pairings are

(today i learnt that if you don’t know how a post should end, just post it unfinished anyway and someone else will come up with an ending)

blood “loss”? well it’s not lost. i know exactly where it went. right over there.