Bl00dyl0ver

“Frozen Waves” - Ice forms smooth, undulating patterns.

I know his eyes have touched the prettiest of skins. Curvy siluetees with the daintiest of fabrics, hosts of beautiful souls on the inside.

And I know that I’m far from it, and I don’t deserve him.

Is it that bad to want his attention? To feel his texts caress my inner world, knowing his fingers will never touch mine?

Am I hurting myself too much? Is this broken soul beyond repair?

- Yes

idk if you’re busy rn but i was thinking we could like fall in love or something yk if you’re free

How do I find the balance between texts, nudes, landscapes and philosophical posts here?⛓️

i want an older man to send me silly pictures like this 🤭

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.