It Sucks That You Can Only Die Once And Its Permanent.. Imagine The Kinda Sex We Could Be Innovating

“you look really tired” i am

“Forget about prince charming. Go for the wolf. He can see you better, hear you better and eat you better.”

— Wolf’s angel

“they keep telling me you’re a monster, a fallen angel with broken wings, but when I look into your eyes, all I see is a forsaken soul, a life lost in the winter storm, and, oh, since when did monsters have lips like yours? because as our lips met, we found home.”

— maybe heroes were always meant to love fallen angels  // k.s. (via worthystevie)

He’s fucking you in missionary but you’re stroking his face and saying “that’s it, baby. That’s my good boy.”

need him to grab me by the jaw and tell me how pretty i look

no, no. these are horrors beyond your comprehension. i understand them, though. i desire them carnally.

“God-intoxicated.”

— Ovid, The Art of Love (Book I, v. 313)

Hickeys? Hot. Bite marks? Hotter. The imprint of my hands left on your wrists after pinning them so hard that it looks like a burn? Fucking perfect.