
Watch me burn at yo+ur alter. My piety sho+ws in ho+w I defile myself in yo+ur name. Lo+ve speaks in to+ngues and tangles and the bo+dy demands what the mind resists. #yearning #nsfw

Yo+u understand eno+ugh abo+ut ro+mance to+ understand my desire fo+r a to+xic relatio+nship. I want to+ be that fucked up girl.
I MEAN THIS IN WHATEVER POSSIBLE INTERPRETATION IS *FURTHEST* FROM THE REALM OF AN UNSOLICITED INVITATION INTO A PRIVATE CONVERSATION WITH *ANY* ADDITIONAL CONNOTATIONS — PLEASE FEEL FREE TO DM ME FOR RELATIONSHIP ADVICE. PLEASE, PORRIM. YOUR VEINS ARE TURNING VISIBLY BLACK WITH HOW MUCH FUCKAWFUL UNETHICAL YEARNING IS COURSING THROUGH YOUR DELUDED PUMPSACK.

I have tatto+o+s no+t black blo+o+d. Furthermo+re, Karkat, I'm an adult who+ kno+ws ho+w to+ handle herself. I am no+t a creature subject to+ her whims. It's a want no+t a need. That being said I wo+uld lo+ve to+ have a chat.
GOD DAMN IT. I STUMBLED RIGHT INTO THAT ONE. I CAN'T TELL IF I'M TRYING TO DIFFUSE A FLORAL-SCENTED, MASCARA-STREAKED PIPE BOMB RIGHT NOW BY ENCOURAGING YOU, OR IF I'M INADVERTENTLY ARMING ONE.

Such is my lack o+f life. At the end o+f the night my actio+ns mean scant little and will be washed away. As fo+r yo+ur previo+us co+mment o+ur age difference makes me to+o+ unco+mfo+rtable to+ pursue anything o+f that nature.
FIRST OFF, YOU YEARNING, QUASI-AGELESS DIVA, AT THIS POINT I AM *PHYSICALLY* OLDER THAN YOU EVER WERE. WHICH MATTERS LIKE FUCK ALL, BECAUSE EVEN MORE IRRELEVANT IS THE QUESTION OF WHO HAS BEEN WHATEVER AGE THEY ARE FOR LONGER. THE FACT THAT YOU'VE BEEN TWELVE SWEEPS GOING ON A FUCKING *BILLION* MATTERS ABOUT AS MUCH AS HOW MANY HOLES A STRAW HAS. IT IS EXISTENTIAL PEDANTRY AT ITS FINEST AND YOU FUCKING KNOW IT. SECOND, I'M NOT JUDGING YOU, STUPID. AND I'M NOT TRYING TO INSINUATE THAT I'M BUMBLING MY WAY INTO A FLUSH CRUSH, EITHER. I'M TRYING TO FUCKING HELP YOU. OR AT LEAST TO OFFER A PRONGSOCKET TO LEAN ON, IN THE CACAPHONOUS FUCJING GIGGLEPIT THAT IS AN OTHERWISE UNCARING, IMPERSONAL ECHO CHAMBER OF MULTIVERSAL ASSCLOWNS MINDLESSLY HAMMERING THEIR DIGITS AGAINST FOUR VARYING REACTS ON THEIR GREASY PALMHUSKS WITHOUT SO MUCH AS A NANOANGSTROM OF REAL SINCERITY. WHICH I GUESS IS WHAT I ENDEAVOR TO OFFER. IN SOME STUPID, INSIGNIFICANT WAY. OR WHATEVER.

Then yo+ur o+ffer is accepted.

Naturally, Vantas.
