I looked at my mother because I was a version of my mother. I looked away from my mother because I was a version of my mother. I was me, but I was also her—my mother, and I understood this all too well.
— Nora Lange, "Dog Star", pub. The Rupture (#120)
it sucks that you can only die once and its permanent.. imagine the kinda sex we could be innovating if that wasnt the case
His and hers matching bite marks
Hickeys? Hot. Bite marks? Hotter. The imprint of my hands left on your wrists after pinning them so hard that it looks like a burn? Fucking perfect.
if you don't terrify people a little bit then what's the point
He’s fucking you in missionary but you’re stroking his face and saying “that’s it, baby. That’s my good boy.”
"no trespassing" "restricted area" "private property" bro im literally curious by nature
let’s kiss with mouthfuls of blood to deepen our bond
NON-freaks dni. This is a freaks only zone
*leaves 'for a smoke' and comes back speckled with blood*