To Clear Up The Confusion

I wanna play 7 in Heaven With strangers in neon lights Feeling a little too high

He pressed the knife against my shoulder plate. I hissed quietly, and focused on my breathing. The glowing blade ran across my back, but the man was hesitating. I shifted. A little flinch, a drop of black..  The knife clanged on the table.  I sighed and turned to sit up. Wrapping my arms around him I grabbed the blade, and ran it lightly from his pelvis to his ear, dipping through the skin ever so slightly. His eyes were closed.  I lowered the knife to my thigh. There we drew a wandering line, cutting deeper into my flesh than was good for me. I didn't care. I loved this, loved him. Loved his blood, dripping into mine & burning my veins like my fingers burnt his skin.

no one should be wealthy, no one should go hungry & no one should suffer against their will ♥️

entering the festival area with a weekend date

me: *gets in cute security guy's line*

date: nope *theatrically yanks me in front of him to another line*

sis: *laughs*

...

sis: *gets checked by the cute guy*

1 to few crosses: religious

bunch of crosses everywhere: definitely gives the dark & witchy victorian vampire vibes

Apparently I’ve recently done something shameful, dark and extremely unchristian, that sparked this series of anons..

Anyway, don’t pray for my soul. It gives me nightmares 😉

I made a secondary feed to be chaotic on. It'll be a deliberate mess 'till I figure out what I like to do & watcha like to see. There's over 300 of you, but I have very little engagement; now would be a great time to send in your thoughts, too.

People want us dead when they most need us. Deep inside they know, We could help if they only let us.

And we keep trying, We come back again and again, & we get chased out town after town.

Until we become the crazy old lady in the woods, you always saw us as.

The curse of a good heart. The curse of (not) knowing better.

I can feel it breathing. It presses itself against my ribs as if to escape their cage. It grows with each breath, making it hard for me to exhale. I can't sleep. Can't shake the hunger. It wants more, it wants out.  It wants me.

In my head I imagine a beast. A one-eyed hell-hound, a bitch with tacky fur & uncut nails. Restless, howling with the darkness within me. In reality it'd probably look more like me. Just.. wilder.

The day is done. I flick the half-burned cigarette in a nearby puddle. As the water ripples, for a moment I can see it's reflection beside mine.  We walk away.