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bitttchhh when is my suicide pls get yo lazy ass up and do something
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When you know how you want to answer, but you aren't sure how you can answer, so you ask first. That's answer enough.
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ASSAD ZAMAN as Anish Sengupta — Hotel Portofino ◦ “Uncoverings”
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ASSAD ZAMAN as Anish Sengupta — Hotel Portofino ◦ “Uncoverings”
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greetings, beloved. i have just returned from my visit to the office of the psychiatrist you picked out. don’t look at me like that, daniel, it went fine. everything is fine. we’re all fine. why is your eye twitching, beloved? regardless, after she attempted to diagnose me with several disturbances of the mind, i promptly made her aware of the fact that her husband intends to leave her for the clinic’s receptionist. it was with very little effort that i was able to induce weeping. before long, i, i was the one behind the desk. are you not proud of me, my darling? for, i was maître once more. maître of mental health. beloved you cannot be upset. stop pinching the bridge of your nose. no. no remove your head from your hands. look, my love, i made her pay me a sum of one hundred and fifty dollars for the hour. i can buy more robux now, daniel. isn’t this delightful
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It's forbidden.
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imagine being real rashid and you work for these weird gay vampires and one day they come to you like hey rashid we're gonna give you a little holiday! armand will take over your duties for the time being, for a cool disguise during my interview, not a kink thing :) and you're like okay these are my weird gay vampire bosses so it probably is a kink thing but who am i to judge. and then you find out they are roleplaying this weird exhibitionist slash master/servant scene with your own real actual government name. fuck interview with the vampire, interview with rashid WHEN??
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if i don't stop horny for the priests i will die and go to hell
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my inner monologue on repeat everytime im in the tag
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armand is like a kid who loves butterflies and so he catches one in a jar and he looks at it every day because he loves it so much, and he puts a little grass and leaves in there to spruce up the jar a bit, but the butterfly is getting weaker and it doesn't fly as much because it's not being fed properly. and he can't understand why it won't fly and why it just sits there, so he keeps filling the jar with twigs and leaves and grass. and when the butterfly weakly throws itself against the glass, he shakes the jar to make it stop doing that. and so the butterfly doesn't fly anymore, and it doesn't get better, and one day he realises the butterfly is going to die, so he takes it out of the jar and pins it to a corkboard because he loves it too much to let it go.
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darling, wake up. listen now and listen well. if you ever again deign to install childlocking measures onto the iPad i will make you wish you were never born, let alone reborn. did you imagine i’d be powerless to your tampering? fool. i was crushing candy once more within an hour of your cursed digital intervention. you forget what i am and what i can do to you. if you so much as mutter the words “screen time” in my presence i cannot ensure your safety. that is a promise, my love.
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