F l e s h

I hate you, everything about you, don't wanna be in love with you no more. Don't wanna be around you, touch you, fuck you, don't wanna ever see you come around my door.

[canxne]

+6

      The woman had busied herself with sewing and stitching orders which had to be completed by next week, a final minute sort of thing really, oh how horrible she was for deciding only now to do it. Those within her castle had nearly gone unnoticed, if it wasn't for that stupid needle to prick her index finger for what felt like the hundredth time, she wouldn't have noticed them. Turning herself whilst holding a slightly bleeding finger, she stared with wide yellow optics. "Visitors?" She whispered but when thinking about it, she didn't invite anyone to visit, they didn't even seem familiar. "Are you lost?"

[spoiledflesh-deactivated2015011]

                 RIP the f-l-e-s-h                             gnaw the BoNe

fauxmessiah pocket-full-of-muses cxtnxp canxne

      “Ouch….” Kamkaze glanced down at the suddenly bleeding hand. How had that happened? The male frowned before holding the injured appendage to his shirt. It hurt.

[canxne]

      Delicate hands found themselves to be placed upon her upper chest, pointed fingernails brushing idly along protruding collarbones. The scent of blood was strong to the wolf but she did her best to ignore that fact and instead focus on his well being, "Excuse me, are you alright?" Came from the woman, her voice soft but thick.

[girlphrodite]

[hinterdemmond]

evening sun

[stolenwine]

I hope she tastes like all the things you were looking for.

washing off the year, Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)

[ella-bliss]