Skin to skin, scars to scars.

romanticizing the ruin

Sleeping nude as friends.

It’s like you know me.

There’s a tenderness in rust, a slow devotion to ruin It holds metal like a promise softens it in slow kisses teaches beauty to bruise gently

Drizzling you with hot sauce before I eat you.

After dinner, I need you inside me again. Sweeter, to keep the night going, to make it last; savoring every drop as I’m filled up, licking what’s dripped onto my fingers. This is about after dinner coffee, but you knew that, right?

Max Svabinsky - The Fruit Was Never an Apple, 1918

@SuppleWhisper would you write a second line to this? There will be four total lines.

I’m looping through our chronology.

i’d let her slap the holiness out of me

The problem with hibernation is you forget to eat.

Limited time free access.

A late entry Ghostcat Sunday Smutday fanfic from @MirielSerindae in which she, um, attempts to let off a little steam. https://t.co/ZbW8UcG17c

🎵 Blood is thicker than the wine of the enemy. 🎶

Get in, loser, we’re bleeding the world dry. https://t.co/Igri2ppSDu

It’s never just a dream.

you don't need fixing babe, you're perfect in the comically morbid and unhinged way you are

😅😅😅

https://t.co/Ym15dWoHoQ

Good morning to the whorish energy of gritty froth in the bottom of my French press.