//: someone give me muse to be here. i love miles but on god?? my brain. deflating.

//: i'm trying real hard not to flip him. 💀

woke up with blood ( not mine ) all over myself again.

aw, man. it's in my mouth.

anyways. ( squeezing blood out of his shirt. )

... can i help you? ( squeeeze... why's there so much? there is crimson dribbling from between the fingers he had left. )

most of this blood ain’t mine, apparently. ( by the time he was finished squeezing, his hands were basically painted red, from wrist to fingertip. ) ‘s the blood really the most of your concerns?

you askin’ me to be normal s’ like you askin’ me to magically grow my fingers back. not gonna happen.

hey. come here. ( malicious intent. )

pretty pleaseee.

barbecue sauce on my titties

ok bye im leaving for several more months gotta get beauty rest in this hellhole snore mimi