love ( a level of violence ).

The eighth love language is being a menace, a nuisance, the most insistent annoyance in someone else’s life, ever present, always poking, prodding, teasing. I’m on you like moss on a rock because I care.

can you tell i love my glasses. ( ft. minnie. )

/ y'all...

does your leg ever get purple

yeah i’m just feeling a little bit off. like clinically depressed

🫀 ). interaction call # like this post if it's okay to interact with your muse at any time . # reply if you want a specific relationship . ( any romantic ones will have to be slowburns / pre - established . )

no <3

save the horse . .

( looking down at his bloodied shirt. )

i feel like i attract heroes and police all the time. you see, i need the exact opposite.

my eye is bleeding once again and i'm not doing ANYTHING.

may the force be with you 🫳

MY HEAD HURTS THIS IS THE END.

why is this detective's daughter following me like a lost puppy

/ you guys should watch dead boy detectives if you're into sandman 😌 it's basically the same universe and it's queer and fun

KMSING