GOD ON THE WALL * !

bnha oc by netzer .

[jamsmemes]

(     *     ‘SALEM’S LOT PROMPTS   !    

——     stephen king.

❛  alone. yes, that’s the key word, the most awful word in the english tongue.  ❜

❛  the basis of all human fears. a closed door, slightly ajar.  ❜

❛  crying was like pissing everything out on the ground.  ❜

❛  there are no words for childhood’s dark turns and exhalations.  ❜

❛  a child who counts the cost is a child no longer.  ❜

❛  if a fear cannot be articulated, it cannot be conquered.  ❜

❛  the only thing more natural than death was sex.  ❜

❛  at three in the morning the blood runs slow and thick, and slumber is heavy.  ❜

❛  if a man dethrones god in his heart, satan must ascend to his position.  ❜

❛  the bestiality of the night rises on tenebrous wings. the vampire’s time has come.  ❜

❛  it would have been better if there had been pain. pain was at least real.  ❜

❛  there is every possibility that some of us, or all of us, may live and triumph.  ❜

❛  the act of moving forward at all became heroism.  ❜

❛  in the midst of life, we are in death.  ❜

❛  horror is destroyed by boredom. love is a dream.  ❜

❛  the town cares for devil’s work no more than it cares for god’s or man’s.  ❜

❛  it knew darkness. and darkness was enough.  ❜

❛  we’d all be scared if we knew what was swept under the carpet of each other’s minds.  ❜

❛  there is no life here but the slow death of days.  ❜

❛  it is almost as though the town knows the evil was coming and the shape it would take.  ❜

❛  it seems the more you have the more aggressive you become.  ❜

❛  without faith, the cross is only wood, the bread baked wheat, the wine sour grapes.  ❜

❛  houses absorb the emotions that are spent in them.  ❜

❛  the people elected me. but who elected the people?  ❜

[trepidchild]

i wonder if my mother is ashamed of who ive become

[byelzbub-blog]

       SO  TIE  THEM  UP  &  .  FEED  THEM  THE  SAND  .

[longestnight]

your old self is left behind somewhere in that childhood home, somewhere where your first ideals were made. don’t look back on it. where you’re going, it can’t follow

[adrasteiax]

My demon, too often undressed, too often a crucifix I bring forth, too often a dead daisy I give water to too often the child I give birth to and then abort, nameless, nameless… earthless.

Anne Sexton, from Demon in “The Complete Poems Of Anne Sexton” (via adrasteiax)

[mashamorevna]

Look at you,” he whispers. “My monster, come to find me.

Alexandra Christo, To Kill a Kingdom (via mashamorevna)

[leohearts]

The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.

Honore de Balzac

[badbadbeans]

Happy Halloween!

[clotair]

i wish no one knew anything about me 

[catcryptid]

Listen. the only sugar daddy I accept must be a horrid creature of the undead who possesses unfathomable eldritch power and treats me right. I will accept no less

[whhck-blog]

FAHRENHEIT  LILY  ,  a  fandomless  oc  with  a  passion  for  pomegranates  .  if  YOU  like  synthetic  human  squatters  who  are  far  more  DANGEROUS  THAN  THEY  SEEM  ,  you  should  stop  on  by  !  scribed  by  NETZER  !  &  .  est  11  /  15  /  2018  .

[dying-dog]

[byelzbub-blog]

       SO  TIE  THEM  UP  &  .  FEED  THEM  THE  SAND  .

[wings-of-amnesty]

“the only thing all humans are equal in…is death”

[byelzbub-blog]

       SO  TIE  THEM  UP  &  .  FEED  THEM  THE  SAND  .

[ohwowimamazin]

[lifeinpoetry]

They would rather watch the sun Be swallowed up by God Than to imagine you back

— Dominique Christina, from “Ghost Woman,” published in Moonchild Magazine