Wearing my clothes with holdups makes me want to tear off your skin and feast on your tender meats.
(Source: dawdy)
My bed right now
Alice’s bed, my handcuffs. The vaguely morose stream of consciousness I wrote on a juice box whilst sitting sleep starved and alone in a park at 10am devoid of paper - something about creatures writhing in the dirt.
Anonymous asked: How many relationships have you been in? Were they happy?
I have been in what I would consider three “serious” relationships (ones that lasted a year or more.) At points they were all incredibly beautiful and at others incredibly soul destroying.
