꒰৯ ֺ ۪ ꒰ ᦏ♡᪔ ꒱ ׅ ֯ ໒꒱

౨ৎ༝⁺ sweet angel , my heart's eternal home. i see the way you move through this world, untouched, untainted.

it calls to me , begs me to sully that purity , to mark you as mine . i want to be the one to paint your wings with the colors of my madness .

i dream of tracing the delicate lines of your throat with a feather's caress , even as i imagine the crimson bloom that would paint your skin if i were to press a sharper edge against it .

there's a beauty in the fragility , a poetry in the breaking . ໒꒱ིྀ𓏸𓈒

I’m so happy, your presence always comforts me, especially when you’re sweet and gentle.

I love "imperfect" teeth.

It feels so human in a way..

I think one of the challenges of being someone obsessive, is genuinely yearning to fall in love and hold someone close — while simultaneously hating most of humanity save for a bunch of people who don't treat your existence like trash.

Corpse 101.

i rot alive, ill rot in death

flies will swarm my body as i decay

maggots eat away at innards and entrails

and i don't even care.

fists and kicks you pushed me down

venom spilling from your mouth

i used to cower like a dog

and now i just stand there.

bloody gums and one bruised eye

you couldn't take it anymore

took my breath away for good

and i didn't even fight it.

may the earth swallow me whole

and may we become one

at least the grime will love me more

then you've ever loved me.

I need to romanticize this to get through it