never again will i be gentle. i will be bloodied knuckles and scuffed elbows. i will remain rough.

i love you ，i would kiss the blood off your knuckles.

I WANT YOU TO WORSHIP ME.

“the gods do not smile on us.” “i like it better that way.”

FortCringe "You can't go around dressing up like a goddamn nazi, cracker ass"

there’s blood and the sheets smell like sweat and sex.

⠀‍⠀‍⠀good､ her throat is free whenever .

The Mound yearns for another soul to claim

maybe i should have wanted less. maybe i should have ignored the bowl in me burning to be filled. maybe i should have wanted less.

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