Bl00dyl0ver

my heart pulses for you, you’re my blood flow. my veins claw at your glance, they wait for your command, waiting for the feeling of soft lips and your finger tips against my bare skin.

that's true love

Most peope don’t know or understand the worst of blood.

Is not how runny and dirty it actually is in real life, nor how warm and disgusting it feels, or how it smells of iron and “biology”.

Or how hard it is to actually wash off your face, hands, clothes, shoes and hair. And it is nearly impossible to get off your tangled hair

The worst of all, is how painful it feels against your skin once it dries. It dries so increíble fast, you don’t have time to wash it off.

How it crumbles in crusty chunks and flakes off. How the movement of your skin cracks it, creating a very uncomfortable pain as if you had a mud mask dry too hard.

I can assure you it is a special kind of pain and torture to have dry blood all over your neck and back and arms and face.

Yet it is so beautiful when wet.

Some moments are so determinant in our lives. Like knowing if we got into university, or if you got the job across the country, or if your grandma woke up from surgery.

This is one of them.

Our present could disintegrate, or our futures could be built… what will it be?

Please, darling...

STALK ME. STALK ME. STALK ME.

FOLLOW ME. FOLLOW ME. FOLLOW ME.

NEED ME. NEED ME. NEED ME.

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