fucking me on your autopsy table. making sure you keep your gloves on, your coat. shoving your fingers into my wounds and undoing the sutures. don't let me bleed out too much, okay?
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fucking me on your autopsy table. making sure you keep your gloves on, your coat. shoving your fingers into my wounds and undoing the sutures. don't let me bleed out too much, okay?
i do just think that cecil is completely right most of the time in the series btw. shameless cecil defender.
I hate that I know I have cotards, or thats how ill be perceived. Because logically its a delusion sure but I can littereally see my body rotting and I know, I just know everyone else can see it too. If I can feel the rotting, if I can tangible see it and feel it then how am I supposed to genuine believe... believe what? That im fucking crazy? I know everyone else sees it too they just don't want to help me. I knew they saw that i was being abused or harassed and they did nothing so why is it different now? I know its real, its always with me - but no, I have to make myself belive im under a delusion so I don't go fucking insane.
THE ONLY OIL I WANT NEEDS TO COME FROM MY OWN SOIL!!!!!
IF THEY AREN'T DRILLING THE RIG RIGHT THROUGH MY CONVULSING CORPSE, IS IT TRULY CANADIAN AT ALL?
Didn’t feel like eating dinner yesterday… so I took it apart and played with it instead. ♡
It was a chicken thigh. I stripped all the flesh off and saved it for Daddy, so it didn’t go to waste, I promise.
There was a hollow gash in the piece of the pelvic bone, so I got a little curious. Took my fork and jabbed it in, opening it up a little more. It looked so pretty… the bone itself was stained red from the myoglobin, and it was still smearing. But my favourite part? Seeing the bone marrow. It was red, a dark red, like a black cherry. It was firm, but it was somehow still soft enough I could scoop it out with the fork tines. There was little white specks of albumin, and it looked like blood on snow. It was beautiful.
I love mutilating corpses. Now, if only @burning-god would do the same to me… ♡
i feel like a poorly rendered video game corpse
"thats a good girl." while you fuck into my corpse and stare at my hallowed out chest cavity. my pale, cold skin.
zombie boyfriend who melts when you run your hands over his old scars and wounds. zombie boyfriend who can unhinge his jaw to better take your cock down his throat. zombie boyfriend who is never aggressive towards you. yearning for your flesh but never biting.