✞ 666 ✞

by lisbongirlsummer on pinterest <3

idk how to be subtle about this can someone just come stab me erotically

the stars were all aligned, and i found comfort in you instead of the self destruction i knew so well. it was like you had moved the stars into alignment, you were so heavenly to me. but as soon as you left, the stars began to fall from the skies. my constellations broke, and stars began to fade. i returned back to the self destruction. sharp blades found their home on my ghostly skin, drugs that people my age shouldn’t even be aware of were my closest friends, i found security in the arms of naked strangers. you were my safety, and now all i crave is danger so that maybe i could feel safe again.

“stop romanticizing (bad thing)” sorry that i have a poets soul and can see the hidden beauty in the grotesque

I miss when he would choke me until the life drained from my body, no mattered how much I begged, cried and struggled.. I miss being murdered by such a "moral and good" man. I miss being able to turn him into such an awful person.. he just wanted me that badly.

I miss when I'd come back from the dead filled with his cum, covered in his spit, and littered with bleeding bite marks.. Aaa I just want to be a pretty, useable, perfect corpse doll for him to use again!! I'd let him murder me as many times as he wants, I'd even be happy if he didn't bring me back! I just want him to keep me, love me, and cherish my body, dead or alive <3

god, i'd rather die than be without you.

me and who

yum