♱

occasionally, the devil has crawled in & out of me,

making out is a lost art

that just makes it hotter

i didn't know until then that rage had a taste and it tasted like your own blood.

… does that even matter?

mm, come to mine

well, no! try again tomorrow?

good morning, to me mostly.

yeah? well, i’d love you to show me how good you are for me, honey.