Ephemeralend - Mae,

Nazareth - Sleep Token

“they keep telling me you’re a monster, a fallen angel with broken wings, but when I look into your eyes, all I see is a forsaken soul, a life lost in the winter storm, and, oh, since when did monsters have lips like yours? because as our lips met, we found home.”

— maybe heroes were always meant to love fallen angels  // k.s. (via worthystevie)

Richie Culver - Pain, 2023 - Acrylic and lacquer on linen

wow!! your hands are so big compared to mine… and your torso… and your thighs… you could really do anything you wanted to with me, you know that right? i’m so much smaller than you are, you could just manhandle me. shove me anywhere you want… pick me up and throw me about. i wouldn’t even mind.

need him to grab me by the jaw and tell me how pretty i look