Yes Actually That Is A Knife In My Pocket I Am Not Happy To See You At All.

A mutual craving between us. You want my knife in your stomach, and I want to twist so deeply into you.

girl shocked to discover that inaction can have consequences too

The desire to break you is conflicted by the desire to keep you. Obviously I don't play with broken toys.

Kinda wanna start attention baiting pervs again just for the rush from the compliments and praise and just someone to talk with lol

I love the ugliness of love. Removing love from its socially accepted roots. Love as not a mere source of tragedy and sadness, but as an active corruptive power over those it mystifies. Love as the addiction without cure and the wound forever bleeding. I love seeing the beauty of something so coveted spun on its head.

what do you mean you didn’t know i was unstable you met me on tumblr

flutterposting 🎀

where is the love for people who are manipulative by nature and are trying their best to fight it? we tell cluster Bs all the time that they're not inherently manipulative or toxic but what about those of us who are? some of us are inclined towards being toxic or manipulative by nature. some of us lack essential social functions like empathy and compassion, and it's not because we're evil, it's because repeated trauma degraded our brain's ability to perform those functions. it can be a constant, exhausting battle to not want to be cruel, but to have to fight your very nature to avoid cruelty. i think that those of us who have to carry that burden deserve love.

Something about slicing your throat open over the churches alter has a certain romanticized allure to it.