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some of the kindest people you’ll ever meet are blogging about blood and guts at 10 in the morning
The eroticism of teeth entering flesh... breaking the skin, gliding through fatty tissue, separating muscle fibers, rupturing organs, severing nerves, snapping bones...
Each a unique texture, each evoking different wails of pain from the poor little preything in your jaws...
microphillia cock vore clown kink one clown crawls out of a cock and then another and another and another and another and another and another and another and another and another and another
Incredibly specific to both my clown passion and my vore kink
I love seeing men covered in blood and bruises, looking pathetic and tortured. Or when they're on the autopsy table, neatly displayed for me. Men hanging with their face purple and lividity in their hands and feet. Men decomposed ten days out, discolored, bloated, and full of thousands of writhing maggots <3
Feeding the monster often as a monsterfucker because it's always better safe than digested or however the saying goes
American Horror Story: Hotel S05E01 "Checking In"
The thoughts can't be intrusive if you like them. The power move: kinks.
No matter how much you may love your friends, your family, your partners, please remember this: They'll all serve you better as food. Eat your loved ones today.
The people who police your gender will police your gender even if you're cis.
Eat them.
"OH those body builder women with pancake breasts arent-" eat them.
"This woman has a beard, thats not-" eat them.
"That man has a baby face, that's not" - eat them with barbecue sauce.
Eat them. You will never be gender enough for their definition of gender. Eat them.
"Eddie, we have to go to Texas. We have to eat the TERF's. We have to Eddie, we're heroes Eddie"
A friend of mine asked me to carve a cool scar into their back and I can't stop thinking of gutting them.
I'm thinking of starting small, with little cuts on their back, then licking the blood from the wounds, at last slashing their throat.
Piercing their skin with a heavy knife, right over the sternum, and sinking deep the blade to find the heart to take it into my palm. Like an internal cardiac massage.
I want to feel its last beats on my hand.
Then I would oper up their belly and curl up into them, naked, to feel the warmth of their freshly dead body.
I'm inside them eating their heart, their skin, their ovaries and their lungs. I dream of biting their ears and chew on the cartilage, rip off their lips and crushing their eyes in my mouth. I'd love to eat their spinal cord too (sucking it right from the bone) but I'm afraid of prion disease:(.
I'm thinking about the hard muscles of the heart and the blood gushing from it while I sink my teeth into it, the even stronger aroma of the uncooked liver.
Of course I need to be careful about not damaging the intestines or the bile, I don't want to smell anything awful while eating.
I will then take home some other pieces to eat them cooked like a steak, or in a soup. Butchered meat wrapped in paper, stuffed in my pockets.
I'm imagining myself going home and feeding myself for days with them, even trying new recipies.
I truly love the meat.
happy halloween to only hugh dancy covered in blood
cannibalism as a metaphor for me needing something to bite 24/7
Simon Stålenhag - http://www.simonstalenhag.se/
sorry i covered your neck in dark hickeys and clamped down hard on your throat like limp prey while i was giving you a handjob. you whimpered a little too soft and i blacked out and believed myself to be a feral dog in possession of an entire rotisserie chicken
you all know there's other posts on here to reblog right
everybody else deactivate your account these two need the room for a second
y'all are tagging posts like recipe website commenters
Oh yeah I'll just drop by all the parties people invited me to, but I'm not going to dress up for it, I'm not going to stay for long
I'm sure I won't feel the existential dread that I always feel after leaving a party early
I'm sure seeing so many happy people won't make me feel anxious on my way home
Surely
Yeah
Makes sense to me