Ephemeralend - Mae,

Hickeys? Hot. Bite marks? Hotter. The imprint of my hands left on your wrists after pinning them so hard that it looks like a burn? Fucking perfect.

it's because you're always on those damn gore sites

IF I DON’T FEEL THE OBSESSION, THE FUCKING HUNGER AND DESIRE I DON’T WANT IT. I WANT LOVE WITH TEETH. I WANT LOVE THAT FEELS RELIGIOUS.

“When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.”

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he’s so gender

I looked at my mother because I was a version of my mother. I looked away from my mother because I was a version of my mother. I was me, but I was also her—my mother, and I understood this all too well.

— Nora Lange, "Dog Star", pub. The Rupture (#120)

“you look really tired” i am