RT @shootme41:

RT @mutilatdflesh: Find something to worship and let it fucking destroy you.

It’s an intimate fire, burning from within, a hunger that simple things can never satisfy. To love, to create, to destroy oneself: that is the essence. Only those who’ve tasted the tremor of the forbidden know that sacrifice isn’t death, but rebirth.

RT @Lacryboy: Comm for @Akiokitten

She doesn’t realize how beautiful she is when fear takes her—how her breath hitches, her body tenses, unsure if this moment brings tenderness or pain. I love keeping her between hope and despair, watching her struggle to see which version of me she’ll meet tonight.

I’d kill myself for you — I’d kill you for myself

Dolls don’t speak, do they?

I would split you open just to see if you taste as sweet as I imagine. My love is not gentle—it’s a gnawing, starving thing, teeth bared, hands shaking, desperate to consume. You breathe, and I ache. You speak, and I salivate.

RT @noctisann: The faces blur, smearing humanity into grotesque parodies. They laugh. They cry. They pretend. What’s the point of their br…

@PruisSebastien Beautiful, love.

RT @evilrapists:

The halls whisper at night. It’s not the patients—they’re locked away, sedated into submission. This place isn’t for healing. It’s a graveyard of minds, a mausoleum for souls too fractured to function.