Hey, no homo, but I am sitting on the broken swing set out back in the perfect, quiet, 2:00am blackness and picturing the softness of your voice and the darkness of your eyes with such perfect and terrible clarity that it feels like I’m choking on my own heartbeat.
they match each other’s freak to a degree that is dangerous to the public
can you get that weird guy out of here please. I’m starting to feel a little bit flustered and i don’t want to confront & come to terms with that right now
000l:
okay i ruined your life but did you not have fun? exactly relax
I’d like to think Fanshawe’s letter stung a lil bit I’D LIKE TO THINK his abrupt severance of all contact DID come as a shock YEAH!!!
Gimme a man who thinks he’s Upstanding and Righteous but has a niggling weakness of cold medical curiosity at the back of his mind, a tiny fault in his morals that’s picked at and pried apart by someone even colder and more curious. Gimme a man undone by his own dark curiosity, led there by someone who thrives in that same darkness, WHOOF!!
hi YouTube! today we’re gonna be unboxing my boyfriend! [camera pans to a tray of surgery tools, and promptly turns to a boy. he is scared]
i think the hottest look you can give someone after they commit acts of unspeakable violence is approval. like don’t get me wrong if there’s lust there too that’s great, but staring at someone with gore dripping down their chin and coating their hands to the wrists with undisguised appraisal and admiration. maybe giving them a little nod as if to say ‘well done’. THAT’S what says “yeah we’re gonna fuck nasty later”.
“i could fix him” well i could pat him on the head and tell him he’s a good boy