Thinking about a whumper who says whumpee was made to be with them. That they're perfect together. That the whumpee was built to take all of this abuse; to be whumped to hell and back, with no other reason for existing.

A whumper who praises and degrades them at the same time. "You were born for me; to suffer under my hands."

if you really loved me you wouldn’t call me “honey” or “babe” you’d call me  “god-like Diomedes, master of the war-cry, breaker of horses”

ok we're settling this discourse right now

put ur zodiac sign in the tags & if you like or dislike:

- pineapple on pizza - mint ice cream / mint chocolate - ketchup in mac n’ cheese - fries dipped in ice cream