𝚂o-hee.

half—agony, half—hope.

don’t stop, get a drink throw up in the kitchen sink i don’t wanna feel, i don’t wanna feel anything

i can count how many days i have left with you on my fingertips. what a gut wrenching feeling that is.

half—agony, half—hope.

and then i go and spoiled it all by saying something stupid like , “ i love you . “

i’m sick with bloodlust, i’d kill for an aphrodisiac like you.

my heart belongs to you. the blood it pumps, the flesh on my bones. it’s all yours. eat it for all i care, i am yours.

he was sick , perverted , evil . nothing but a lying bastard —— and yet . she still loved him .

there’s a cat on my trail and he looks a little bit like you.

Quiere creer que es un buen hombre —O al menos no uno malo— Esa si es una oferta generosa ¿Puede? Se ven muy cómodas.