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They wanted blood, so you painted your lips red and blew the wolves a kiss.
how to ask the devil for a dance | p.d (via lostcap)
I need someone to tell me that it wasn’t my fault. Tell me that I didn’t ask for it or deserve it. Please. I need to know I’m not as disgusting as I feel.
Posted by Anonymous. (via survivorssharingsecrets)
…she had wild eyes, slightly insane. She also carried an overload of compassion that was real enough and which obviously cost her something.
Charles Bukowski, Women (via wordsnquotes)
*punches your arm* hold my hand
Sorry, kiddo. I couldn’t let anyone stop this, including us.
I don’t know how to apologize, so… Unfuck you. Or whatever.
Aomine Daiki, trying to apologize. (via incorrectknb)
Words like honey, lips like whiskey.
(via pulsatingveins)
i don’t want ( apologies ) i want you on your knees, c h o k i n g on your own blood i want my name on your lips, begging:
—————- forgive me, forgive me, forgive me
do not tell me you are sorry — i will show you ’ sorry ‘.
Pass the test, taste the flesh Hold me up against the wall Give it till I beg, give me some more Make me bleed, I like it raw
Papa Roach // She Loves Me Not
*puts my hand on your shoulder* listen. I DID mean to make you upset and i DO think your opinions are shit
I keep waking up expecting blood on my hands.
Moriah Pearson (via alleyspat)
in your otp who punches the wall and who decides to frame it
i swear i’m not a monster, darling, but some days i’d still like to tear into something tender and claim it as my own. (i’m not a monster but it seems only monsters themselves protest the name, so -) save me, honey, i’ve told you before that your kisses are salvation, that your laughter signals my redemption - i’m not a monster, sweetheart, but keep that shotgun under your bed just in case.
A BEAST BARES HER HEART // s. mardon (via crimescened)