Ephemeralend - Mae,

random reassurance to calm my overthinking makes me horny

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

He’s fucking you in missionary but you’re stroking his face and saying “that’s it, baby. That’s my good boy.”

not kissing a vampire after they drink your blood is like not kissing someone after they give you head. Where’s your class. intimacy

“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)

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)