He keeps a cluttered home, every corner a host to dust, detritus, and soiled, spoiled things.
Tag: mindfuckery
I want to burn you to the ground and live in your ashes.
Break her heart and make her cum.
Speak to her boldly, in her native tongue.
Pick Your Spot
Shall it be a far-off meadow, beside a lonely shade tree, as your fingers claw your anguish into the dirt and your thin, choked cries of despair are met with the songs of disinterested birds? Would you be inclined to distantly, dispassionately observe the progress of a solitary ant across your forearm as I do things to your body that will cleave it from its senses?… Read the rest “Pick Your Spot”
We’re both disappointed in your body. We both hate your mother. We both wish you weren’t so fucking stupid. We both wonder how low you’ll sink for me, and if I’ll hold you under when you want to come up. We both know I’m sending you to hell, and we both know you deserve the flames.… Read the rest “”
I love it when you talk dirty to me.
Go ahead, baby: tell me it’s all your fault.
She asked me for sweet nothings, but we both knew those were empty calories she just couldn’t afford.
You never should have told him.
I like girls who are empty inside.
All the more room for me.
No one here deserves what they’re getting.
Seems fair to me.