݁ᛪ༙ ‍𝓤𝐍𝐇꩜𝓛𝒀 ‍𝓢𝓐͜͡𝐂𐍂𝙴𝐌𝐄𝐍†

and even as i'm kissing him and kissing him and kissing him, i wish i were kissing him, wanting more, more, more, more, like i can't get enough, never will be able to get enough.

a kiss is the beginning of cannibalism.

to be loved is to be eaten bones and all

¿Canibalismo como metáfora de amor? No. Canibalismo como tal. Abrirte el pecho, romperte las costillas, sacarte el corazón aún latiendo y comérmelo mientras veo el último destello de tus ojos apagarse lentamente (amor).

(flirting) I could worship you in ways that would make churches look useless

i want to bind together our bodies, intertwine our bones. i want you to devour me. to watch you, strip off all layers of my flesh and digest.

little siblings make the best punching bags

if all else perished, and he remained, i should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.

our bodies buried close together in the cemetery weather.

a kiss is the beginning of cannibalism.

You can always make yourself at home inside of my ribcage