What are you gonna help us with? That very tiny used condom?
That’s right, luv. If you run from me, I’ll chase you. And I’ll find you.
…you don’t care because you’re all that and I’m just an artery in a dress.
Where are you, bloodsuckers? Here, fangy, fangy, fangy…
No one believes you’re serious until bodies start to fall. -Vlad
Souls grow on bones but die beneath bankers’ hours…
I’d rather have names to hurt me, than my bones broken with sticks and stones.
The sh*t’s gonna splatter, start buggin, yo…”Mencheres to Cat
poetrymelts my bones.enters my blood.and changesits composition.
It is better to have ten skeletons in your closet, than walk with no bones.
I am forever yours, Kitten, in this life or the next.
I think for my bones and my size, I better stay with my 60 kilo.
Sweat seems to bleed / like pride from their bones.