How I Look At My Friends As If I Wasn't Just Fantasizing About Killing And Fucking Someone :3

God, there's just something about the idea of cold flesh against mine, in my hands, against my body. Looking down at a pale, lifeless face as I hump and grind myself against them like a damn dog. The stiffness of the corpse under me contrasting with my desperate, hot movements. My panting opposing a still chest. Pressing my warm lips against their cold ones, melding against the unmoving as my tongue invades their mouth, drooling and licking in the utmost depravity.

I fear it's a need.

sorry babe i can’t come over. i’m arguing with the voices in my head about whether or not they exist again

i want to suck him dry and keep his shriveled corpse like a trophy

sorry for biting your penis babe i was understimulated 😞

I forgot about Tumblr, oops ╥﹏╥

Cotards n3cro bf x cotards n3cro bf who get off on each other all the time

Not a want but a need

loser boys who like having their faces shoved into the concrete while they whimper and cry like a bitch as I tell them how I'd gut them <3

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