“I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ.”
— Gillian Flynn, from Dark Places
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“I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ.”
— Gillian Flynn, from Dark Places
─── erin van vuren.
─── erin van vuren.
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Continued from: X @sosordid One man's insult tonight seems to be another man's mercy. Despite the audacity of actions that had befallen him, despite the insult that he wears painted down his neck - it begets him what he so unseemingly craves. Violence. An invitation to it. Before his assailant can draw further away he clutches them at their wrist && takes a long drag from the cigarette he has managed to hold. ❛ Then I'm about to look real fucking pretty. ❜ Not a warning, no. That would imply that there was some means to avoid. To deter. As he lays smoldering embers against Jun's wrist, searing the hot bud out against his pale skin - it is a promise that he will mourn his actions && the scar that stays will serve as due reminder. His is a silent rage. One that t u t o r s. Lessons taught between the bridges of his knuckles. The cadence to the events that unfold are as follows - As the street light shifts yellow, his heel finds Jun's center && with little effort he reasserts, as in life, their positions to one another. He, OVERTAKING, all-encompassing, i n e v i t a b l e . And Jun, insignificant, irrelevant, filthy. The cadence beats, the traffic light shifts red && Jun's lesson begins. Over & Over & Over again. Until he is not so different than the fat lumps of flesh he mollifies. The cadence meets her final mark, the traffic light shifting green && it is done. Lovingly so - he is a diligent teacher && Jun a dedicated student. Swine's blood overtaken by something warmer - something wetter, he lofts the not-quite-pitiable man into the mouth of an open dumpster. A parting word before a parting spat of saliva. ❛ - You should feel right at home. ❜
If I am anything, it is violence.
Alejandra Pizarnik, from “[…] of the Silence,” Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972 (via lifeinpoetry)
Hey guys, obviously, it's been a while. The game plan this week was to migrate bio, rules, etc && everything to a new blog ( as this one is something like 10 years old ) but I ended up getting really sick ;; I plan to follow all the active blogs I'm mutuals with back here soon. I appreciate the patience and that's why I'm slow to interact. Which honestly sucks because there are so many interesting ocs I want to play with.
“To pray to God is to flatter oneself that with words one can alter nature.”
— Voltaire, Notebooks
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“I am the candles arranged in the centre of a dark room; inviting people to walk by me with an inkling of fear, of getting burnt.”
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