I Miss When He Would Choke Me Until The Life Drained From My Body, No Mattered How Much I Begged, Cried

I may be a pervert and a creep and a weirdo and a freak and a deviant and a degenerate and debauchee and perverted and depraved and perverted and a fetishizer and romanticizer and crazy and deranged and evil and and

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i genuinely love making these 😭😭

hi did you think about me today will you think about me today can you think about me today

sad that abigail was an 18 year old girl, and we only ever saw her through the eyes of the men who saw her as a means to an end for them. we never know anything more about her than what she was to her father, to will, to hannibal. what college did abigail want to go to? what did she want to major in? what interested her? what books did she read? what music did she listen to? what was her five year plan? did she want a boyfriend, a girlfriend? what were her values? her ideals? how was her bedroom decorated?

wow what a pretty boy...he would look beautiful writhing in pain and crying in agony

Ginger Snaps (2000)

people who experience psychosis and anger issues and paranoia and delusions and intrusive thoughts and addiction and dissociation and other “ugly” non-romanticized mental health issues i love you and i believe you and you are not a bad person

i hope you don't think of me as just a mutual or a silly person on tumblr, but as someone you would cover in blood and have filthy ritualistic sex with