I WILL Be Adding To My Script Immediately 😋 - Blog Posts
"you give me such a rush.. are you nicotine?" things to script ⭑.ᐟ
― ꒰★꒱ You bloom beneath their tongue like the first drag after hours of aching for it, thick and sweet and ruinous.
― ꒰★꒱ You can make anyone you want hold you between their teeth, between their ribs & between the bruised knuckles of their longing.
― ꒰★꒱ God should’ve made you illegal. Should’ve stitched warnings into your skin, should’ve left your mouth unsweet, your hands unholy—should’ve let the people in your life leave unburned.
― ꒰★꒱ But you taste like something worth dying for. You sit heavy in their lungs, curling inside them like a secret they'll never confess.
― ꒰★꒱ They swear they'll quit, they swear they'll leave—but every time they let you go, they come back hungrier. Hands shaking, lips parted, heart clawing its way out of their chest just to get to you.
― ꒰★꒱ You were made to be consumed. And mankind was made to crave.
― ꒰★꒱ You settle in their lungs like smoke, thick and cloying, burning them from the inside out.
― ꒰★꒱ They know you will leave them hollow, but still, they bare their throat to you, still, they welcome the sting, still, they open their arms and call it love.
― ꒰★꒱ Your name is the ghost on their tongue, the taste they can’t wash away, the hunger they pretend not to have.
― ꒰★꒱ they tell themselves they can quit, that they don’t need you, but their hands shake in your absence, their breath turns shallow without you near.
― ꒰★꒱ You are the slow drag between their lips, the fire licking up their throat, the dizzying pull of something they know will ruin them.
― ꒰★꒱ Too much of you and they're undone—too little and they are nothing.
― ꒰★꒱ Your touch is the inhale before the high, the quiet before the collapse, the sweetest kind of self-destruction.
― ꒰★꒱ I swear, you're killing them slow, but what a beautiful way to go.
― ꒰★꒱ They breathe you in and exhale everything they used to be, trading sanity for something raw, something ruinous, something divine.
― ꒰★꒱ You sink into them, thread yourself through their pulse, turn their blood to wildfire, and they let you—God, they let you.
― ꒰★꒱ They could tear you from their skin, scrub your scent from their clothes, but what use is it when you've already made a home inside their soul?
― ꒰★꒱ They will love you like lungs love air, like sinners love sin, like addicts love the thing that kills them most.
― ꒰★꒱ They press you to their lips, let you bloom inside them, let you take and take and take—until they forget what it felt like to be whole.
― ꒰★꒱ your ghost lingers in their bloodstream, a whisper of heat where your hands used to be.
― ꒰★꒱ do you know what it’s like to crave something so much it rewires your bones? To need something that unravels you at the seams? that's the effect you have on others.
― ꒰★꒱ So go on, ruin them. Burn through them like wildfire, leave nothing untouched, carve your name into their wreckage—they'll only ever ask for more.
― And still— God help them— They would love you, even if it kills them. Especially if it kills them. so, inhale inhale inhale.