hobovill99

fucked up metaphors blood, scars and sparkling bruises dirt death cigarettes

you watch your breath turn the air white with cold in the winter, when you stand outside in nothing but your underwear trying to feel alive or maybe trying to die you can’t tell anymore with ash in the summer, while you cling onto his arm and think he loves you because he spun you in circles while you burned the world to the ground and then he let go the moment leaves turned brown

the universe seems to stretch across star spangled shoulder blades valleys form and mountains are toppled down the curve of a spine black elastic and purple cotton hide treasure troves and fields of wild flowers

smile with me don't watch me bleed tell me i'm your destiny

borderline psycho smile and make me terrified and a bit turned on

snow drifting onto leather boots makes me think of death and also you

look down at white snow fall on brittle hands and knees cough up all your blood

don’t stop and think through be unimaginable drive yourself crazy

What do you know about Katherine Fukimoto I know she’s a bit of a sadist I know that for her a man is just a toy that she needs to break in before throwing in the garbage heap I know that the boys that think they can tame her walk away crippled and whipped and scarred I know she breaks hearts because she likes to observe the gooey inner fluids seep into the floorboards I know she only likes love stories when it ends with a tragic heroine clutching the decapitated head of her beloved I know that you might want to start sleeping with one eye open

it's oddly therapeutic to write your name on my wrist then hack the thing to fucking pieces