Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa

"If I thought that I was replying to someone who would ever return to the world, this flame would cease to flicker. But since no one ever returns from these depths alive, if what I've heard is true, I will answer you without fear of infamy."

- Dante Alighieri, Inferno

Leave your name, number and nightmare in the box, I answer all messages privately so you don't have to worry about all of tumblr seeing what you say to me <3

Warning this blog may be triggering.

Ask away, lovely.
"The words ‘far, far away’ had always a strange charm."

"Whether it’s on an apology, a ride, or a phone call, the worst thing you can do to people is to keep them waiting on you."

"Chemistry is you touching my arm and it setting fire to my mind."

"Cherry Girl, with the long tongue, and the new buzzcut, and the hips like butter, rolls off the sleeping man, wipes her mouth, shoots him in the gut. She read once that bile kills you faster than the bullet. That it spreads, infectious, into your kidneys, your lungs, up into your throat. You should never kiss a corpse. Cherry Girl knows this well. In an apartment in Brooklyn, and Angie was tripping over her mouth and her arms and legs and laughing bumblee songs, and Cherry Girl let her sleep. In an apartment in Brooklyn, and Huck called, came in and starting kissing her and pushing her, murmuring Cherry Cherry, eyes closed and Cherry didn’t know who he was imagining, who he was really kissing. She tells him they need to stop, and he opens wide, sees someone else, Angie or his father or Hercules or all three, his fist hard against her cheek, back cracking against the wall. Cherry Girl lets him touch her and hit her, and only feels the bruises once he’s gone. Morning in Brooklyn, and Cherry Girl shaves her head, asks Marie for a gun. She calls Huck. He answers on the second ring."

I hope the game doesn’t go into extra time cause a girl has needs.
Then again I cant complain if I’m getting a foot massage…


kinda wanna go on a date, kinda wanna get hit by a truck too 

(Source: cyberho)


my imagination says yes, but my drawing skills say no