ngl if we're fighting and you tell me to "shut the fuck up" I'll probably suck your dick then and there.
hi did you think about me today will you think about me today can you think about me today
i hate u (flirting)
Art by Cristóbal López (Kerbcrawlerghost on ig).
daydreaming about making out with him as blood drips down our chins (preferably my blood)
[Lacrima Notturna by Roberto Ferri]
Deranged girls you are my favorite i hope you get to eat someone or get a kiss on the forehead
I miss when he would choke me until the life drained from my body, no mattered how much I begged, cried and struggled.. I miss being murdered by such a "moral and good" man. I miss being able to turn him into such an awful person.. he just wanted me that badly.
I miss when I'd come back from the dead filled with his cum, covered in his spit, and littered with bleeding bite marks.. Aaa I just want to be a pretty, useable, perfect corpse doll for him to use again!! I'd let him murder me as many times as he wants, I'd even be happy if he didn't bring me back! I just want him to keep me, love me, and cherish my body, dead or alive <3
idk how to be subtle about this can someone just come stab me erotically
stop explaining metaphors to people that insist everyone who loves horror is a degenerate. just tell them you jack off to people getting ripped open its all they want to hear
people who experience psychosis and anger issues and paranoia and delusions and intrusive thoughts and addiction and dissociation and other “ugly” non-romanticized mental health issues i love you and i believe you and you are not a bad person
Start Carving, Darling
i hope you don't think of me as just a mutual or a silly person on tumblr, but as someone you would cover in blood and have filthy ritualistic sex with
wow what a pretty boy...he would look beautiful writhing in pain and crying in agony
me and who
yum
im so understimulated i need to sink my teeth into flesh or something
*flirting* sorry about the blood in my mouth i wish it was yours
men in pain sound so pretty…like the whimpering, the voice cracks, the begging. like okay handsome <3
hobbies are MURDER, SEX, AGGRAVATED ASSAULT, SELF-HARM, CANNIBALISM
yeayea, it's what's inside that matters baby (i want to cut you open)
[eating your heart from between your ribs] please know that you are loved
but thats the whole fun in being their personal blood bag . posers
you all will be like “omg vampires 🤭🫣🥴🥰😍🥵” then BALK at the prospect of being nearly drained dry and killed by one. you are so fake and stupid and have no sense of adventure whatsoever. where’s the love. appreciation. because i can’t fucking see it
eat me (flirting)
sad that abigail was an 18 year old girl, and we only ever saw her through the eyes of the men who saw her as a means to an end for them. we never know anything more about her than what she was to her father, to will, to hannibal. what college did abigail want to go to? what did she want to major in? what interested her? what books did she read? what music did she listen to? what was her five year plan? did she want a boyfriend, a girlfriend? what were her values? her ideals? how was her bedroom decorated?
i want to taste your blood and feel your insides.
the feminine urge to be ethereal and hauntingly beautiful
meeee