My Kink Is When They Tell Me They Came While Thinking About Me

song so good that I forgot I'm real

“they keep telling me you’re a monster, a fallen angel with broken wings, but when I look into your eyes, all I see is a forsaken soul, a life lost in the winter storm, and, oh, since when did monsters have lips like yours? because as our lips met, we found home.”

— maybe heroes were always meant to love fallen angels  // k.s. (via worthystevie)

can i come over and bite you

Where’s your favorite place to leave a bruise?

There something about seeing the constellation of little purple bruises that lay out exactly where my fingers had been gripping that holds a special place in my heart 🖤

does anyone wanna adore me but in a violent scary way

boys need to be bloody and pathetic more often . they need to be whiny and whimpery and desperate i think.

do u have a second to talk about our lord and saviour substances