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i kneel into a dream where i am good and loved. i am good. i am loved. my hands have made some good mistakes. they can always make better ones.

i laugh maniacally, then take a deep breath and touch my chest— expecting a heart to be thumping quickly, impatiently, but there’s nothing there, not even a beat.

all I wanna do is wrap my arms around you and bury my face into your neck and inhale your scent and squeeze you against me but I have to act normal instead

not all love is gentle. sometimes it’s gritty and dirty and possessive, sometimes it’s not supposed to be careful or soft at all. sometimes it feels like teeth.

"Don't cum in me" First of all, you're about 5 minutes too late. Second of all, I hope we have a boy

and then i will kiss you.

the bloodlust， i lean on the 'lust' side. you get close， and you pretend like that blood smell is a crazy aphrodisiac.

i would die for her. i would kill for her. either way, what bliss.

you have a heart made of honey and gold, it's no wonder everyone wants a taste

“you can’t fix him” I don’t wanna fix him! I wanna FUCK him! I’m a pervert not a psychologist

i will leave such an imprint on your heart that anyone you entertain after me will have to know me in order to understand you.

god just be giving the biggest, most beautiful doe eyes to your worst mortal enemy. lord, i have to kill him, i have to kill him and i CANNOT look while i do so.