there's something so compelling to me about the fact that sometimes leaving a blade or bullet inside the wound it made is the only way to prevent you from bleeding to death. something about the ironic symbolism of it. when the thing designed and intended to kill you is the only thing keeping you alive.
also yes i do enjoy a bit of penetration imagery and the perverse intimacy of violence. if you must know.
American middle school: okay for gym class today we're going to learn how to square dance like a bunch of cowboys. The cookie monster pajama pants white trash girl and the most suicidal autistic boy will be going first
you’re laughing. i told you a joke and you’re laughing. i love you
it's so foggy out on the road i can't make out (makeout?! 😳😏😳🥺⁉️❤️❣️?💗💓💕💞💖💛💚💖💛💝💋?) a thing 10 feet infront of me
it's gay as fuck for a man to eat breakfast
COMEON
dj bashful on the beat shyly averting his eyes and slinging the most demure musical hits
i keep trying to quit being a bitch but they keep inventing new things for me to be a bitch at
don’t worry everyone the doctor who wiki has everything under control
was
one of my girlfriends only tells the truth. my other girlfriend only tells lies.
and which one told you that?
