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riv ⌖ thirties he / it dni ageless + minors ⩩ dark themes — all acts are fantasy

if you love me, you will use me after my death.

what’s more romantic than tending to the injuries you gave them?

stabbing your whiny nerd bf in the thigh just to ride the hilt of your knife while its inside of him, his glasses all foggy and stained with his tears while he whimpers against your chest begging you to go harder

wound fingering is fun for all

clouded eyes follow her dainty, delicate fingers that twirl autopsy tools between them over a heavy lifeless body. it feels ceremonial, like something sacred is about to be performed. that was the first time my hollow chest felt anything more than hate.

the crack of a rib cage being pulled apart. yeah.

little brother should have known what he was in for when he put on moms perfume, doesn’t he see the way i look at her?

spiking your drink at a party and watching some random creep have their way with you. you don’t deserve me.

pretty knives belong in pretty girls

“you’re so fuckin wet.” as i finger the deep wound i’ve put in your abdomen.

rough, overworked hands and the soft untouched skin they maim.

I find beauty in the grotesque and macabre.

i ❤️ rape

mouth inspections

the kind of relationship where no one knows if you're fucking, fighting, or a secret third thing

staining their pretty little sundress in blood and dirt

taking a pretty boy home just to end up completely mauling him out of pure desire.