"....She Touched A Dagger To My Eye, Drawing A Tear Of Blood. 'I Want This One' She Said."

muscle memory

not all ships are For wanting them to be in a happy healthy relationship together. sometimes shipping two characters means you want them to be erotically obsessed with each other and become entwined in a mutually toxic love affair for a few months and then horrifically break each other's hearts and never speak again. sometimes you want them to be codependent best friends with enough repression to explode a submarine who only make out/have sex when they're at their worst. sometimes you want them to pine after each other for years, never say anything, and then die. sometimes you want them to kill each other. this, too, is shipping

Jesus christ, I wish to just one day be this pinnacle of wit, horniness, and sacrilege.

I drew a background for these girls

sorry for not posting much! they only let me out twice a month

somehow we exist, in the folds, and now we’ll kiss.

"it's okay, i can peel back the layers of you until i find the soft and gentle core of you you've had to work so hard to hide"? no. no, it's okay, i know you're hollow; i'm here anyway. you don't have to pretend it isn't masks the whole way down. whatever face you want to wear, i still love you. i don't need you to be good or unflinching or the antonym of violence. if i did, i wouldn't be here. i wouldn't ask that of you.

writing a message on the bullet you're about to use to kill a billionaire who directly fucked millions of people through their health insurance makes you the coolest fucking person on earth I hope you dont get caught