Please, Please Just Lemme Go Home?

He pressed the knife against my shoulder plate. I hissed quietly, and focused on my breathing. The glowing blade ran across my back, but the man was hesitating. I shifted. A little flinch, a drop of black..  The knife clanged on the table.  I sighed and turned to sit up. Wrapping my arms around him I grabbed the blade, and ran it lightly from his pelvis to his ear, dipping through the skin ever so slightly. His eyes were closed.  I lowered the knife to my thigh. There we drew a wandering line, cutting deeper into my flesh than was good for me. I didn't care. I loved this, loved him. Loved his blood, dripping into mine & burning my veins like my fingers burnt his skin.

Who hurt you?

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Ain’t nobody got time for shit you ‘have to’ do.

Government: work from home

me: works 10 hours a day

also me: feels intensely unaccomplished

I’m Homophobic

=really fucking afraid of other queer people

Why does Tumblr think I wanna see all this tasty-looking stuff, when I'm literally staring at 2 kilos of chocolate across the room knowing I can't eat any 'cause it’s for the festival?

I should like to say ‘yes’, and (not) answer three anons at once

1 to few crosses: religious

bunch of crosses everywhere: definitely gives the dark & witchy victorian vampire vibes

Something that once made you happy shouldn't be considered a failure even after it has ended.

Bonus: unlike many languages, Finnish has names for eight points of the compass instead of four. So between cardinal directions (pääilmansuunnat) we call ordinal directions (väli-ilmansuunnat) NE, SE, SW & NW by their very own words.

'Ilma' means 'air' and 'suunta' is 'direction', so literally these are called 'air/wind directions', or 'directions of (the) air'