Advice from an akratic. @advicefromanakratic - Tumblr Blog

There in the doorway, all flesh and breath, I wanted to kiss you. Tear your lips off and hurt you, desperately to fuck you, maybe even to kill you. But mostly I wanted to stop being rotten inside, stop being so angry all the time and start being something clean and nourishing. Instead there are maggots under my skin and this sullen rage burning away at my core.

me, today, drowning

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So you say you want a deathbed scene, the knowledge that comes before knowledge, and you want it dirty, and no one can ever figure out what you want, and you won’t tell them, and you realize the one person in the world who loves you isn’t the one you thought it would be, and you don’t trust him to love you in a way you would enjoy. And the boy who loves you the wrong way is filthy. And the boy who loves you the wrong way keeps weakening. You thought if you handed over your body he’d do something interesting.

Richard Siken; A Primer For the Small Weird Loves (via aprofessionaldilettante)

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Surreal Floral Portraits by Sayaka Maruyama

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vile creatures.

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When I cannot look at your face I look at your feet. Your feet of arched bone, your hard little feet. I know that they support you, and that your sweet weight rises upon them. Your waist and your breasts, the doubled purple of your nipples, the sockets of your eyes that have just flown away, your wide fruit mouth, your red tresses, my little tower. But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.

Pablo Neruda, Your Feet (via shakingthemortalcoil)