isabelmarant

Alexis grinned. A grin that made Michael want to rip his skin off his body and climb out of the bare flesh and into Alexis. He wanted to be one with God. He wanted to live inside Alexis. A caterpillar crawling into a cocoon. He wanted to dig his nails so deep into his skin that he couldn't physically pull them out. 
          
          Alexis had to be God.
          
          Only God could touch him like this.  Only God could tear him open and drink the blood and vulnerability from his rotting wounds. 

you'll be just fine but im in the other line

within cells interlinked 

maebea

oldugumde belki aklimdan en yakinlarim gecmez ama eski en yakin aradasimin gececegine yemin edebilirim

the worst, i’ve seen better.

elliott smith 

moricw

aycayi ozledim

i don't wanna grow up.