kind of fucked up that I can’t be the blood running through ur veins

“you like me?”

my voice: yes!

The Soul:

I wish I could kidnap you. I wish I had personal 24/7 access to every part of your body. I dream of being surrounded by your scent as I grope at every inch of you, dragging my tongue against your skin, tasting the salt of your sweat. If only it was sharp enough to lick open a wound to meet the metallic flavor of your blood. I want to firmly grab at you with a bruising grip, finding every button built into your being, every pressure point that makes you tick. I want to pull sweet and guttural sounds out of you. I’d like to hear every laugh, sigh, moan, groan, yell, and cry you can produce. Every time you speak my name I feel weak in the knees. I pray you say it again. Again. And again. I wish I could mark you with my name. I wish I could mark you. I want to mark you. Let me collar you as mine. Be mine. Say you’re mine.

Saints of Little Faith, Megan Pinto

you could break me open and sift through the pieces, and you’d still find your name carved into every shard. i’d let you destroy me — beautifully, slowly, like a god undoing their creation.

I would like to Enter your bloodstream and Eat away at you slowly from the inside out If thats okay Or if it isnt

Alda Merini, tr. by Susan Stewart, from Love Lessons: Selected Poems of Alda Merini; “The cry of death”

I think I’ll make a spam blog I’m sorry for spamming non-yan stuff 😞

@aiyuyap for thoughts and etc (18+ tho bc gonna post horny thoughts too probably)

I need someone to be the reason I wake up. I need someone to make life feel less empty. I need someone to care for. I need someone to need me. I desperately need to feel something again.

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Tug on my collar, tug on it hard... show me where do I belong... who do I belong to...

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I have no dignity when it comes to you.

destiny that's strangled by an unremovable thread / i'm not letting you go away

Sometimes I wonder if you realise just how deeply I’ve taken you. Your thoughts, your actions, even the way you breathe—it’s all mine now. You can pretend to have some semblance of control, but we both know the truth. You’ve surrendered yourself completely, willingly, and it’s intoxicating. You crave me more than air, don’t you? The way your body betrays you every time I touch you says everything I need to know. You want me to take more, to demand more, and I will. I’ll take everything you have to give and then some. Because no one else can own you the way I do.

i need someone, i’m going fucking crazy. i need someone to bleed for. i need to make someone bleed. no one understands me, or my dark thoughts. no one understands.