love is a horror and i am a wound

yarrow / 25+ / zie/hirs / sorry about the blood in your mouth (i wish it was mine)

[spitblossoms]

[kannibalin]

dragging my tongue over your bleeding chest and ripping you open

[addictive-arts]

[green-is-the-garden]

Gothic-Style Chapel Garden Mirror.

[amoremorbido]

love is a horror. i am a wound.

fingers bloody on the tongue.

if i have you, i have you.

lie back now. i’ve won.

[amoremorbido]

in what is usual

and normal

a moment of change

where so good

becomes good boy

and i become openly deranged

[parme-san]

​i lied. i don't like sex. open heart surgery

[vamp-puppy-deactivated20241102]

can i bite u. say yes

[khiara-draws]

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[bebx]

“enemies to lovers as a fictional trope is harmful because it normalizes and romanticizes abuse and toxicity” my brother in Christ, touch. grass. they fuck while trying to murder each other and also they use each other’s blood as lube and yeah they look hot as fuck. what are you going to do about it?

[kissthegypsy]

Don’t people read fiction anymore? Is everything “problematic”? What are people reading, self help books? I don’t understand. Fiction has always explored the uncomfortable, the taboo. Art does this. That’s the point. Im not sure what the end goal is if you’re going to censor and try to apply specific morals and values to aesthetics. To art. Art is the place where we have the chance to explore and play and create. Why try to end that?

[author-a-holmes]

Reblogging for this reply, because yes.

[artbysilvis-deactivated20260110]

i yearn and i yearn and i yearn

[fagfawn]

craving teeth in flesh, daydreaming of you, putting the lightest pressure on my jugular to remind me you could rip out my throat, if you wanted

[transfaganarchist]

yeah you can let me kiss your neck. i promise ill be normal about it.

LICKS U BITES U LICKS U BITES U MOANS INTO UR NECK BITES U LICKS YOU BI-

[stylishbeauty]

“The Abbaye Notre-Dame de Sénanque is a lovely medieval Cistercian abbey that is one of the best places to see Provence’s famed lavender fields…”

[bardicbeetle]

does the empty space between my bones look inviting?

does the curve of my spine ask you in?

would you fit between my lungs if i cracked open their cage?

slip softly under skin and sinew until you reach beyond the red.

if there isn’t a soul down there, maybe it’s just you.

sleeping soundly in the gore.

[pressworksonpaperblog]

from “american denim”, 1975.

[s1lkvoid]

would you kiss me with blood all over my face