I wish I could live in your ribcage. There's nowhere else I rather be
*tears streaming down my face as i desperately grab at the fabric of your shirt* am i at least cringe and annoying in a fuckable way
stabbing as a metaphor for penetration is great but when are we going to talk about pressing down on where someone is wounded to disarm them or just to be cruel while fighting. does nobody else care about the perverse intimacy of knowing exactly where to touch to overpower someone. the grotesque vulnerability of it. especially if you're the one who wounded them in the first place.
girls don't want boyfriends , girls want all the folk of air books rewritten from cardan's pov.
— David Cronenberg, Consumed
its just me, my escapist tendencies, and these tits
models reading backstage is my fav genre of pictures
im like if a poet or perhaps another writer of some sort never wrote anything