Dumbdahl - DAHLIA/DOLLY

Art by Cristóbal López (Kerbcrawlerghost on ig).

daydreaming about making out with him as blood drips down our chins (preferably my blood)

l am hungry I have been hungry I was born hungry What do I need?

Mitski

I don't know how to answer. I know what I think, but words in the head are like voices underwater. They are distorted.

— Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit

i am the storm i was always afraid of getting stuck in.

i hope you don't think of me as just a mutual or a silly person on tumblr, but as someone you would cover in blood and have filthy ritualistic sex with

You should explore all the cute noises i make when you hurt me, my tortured screams and my pain filled whimpering. Please hurt me.