* DEVOUR.

well..

[cryptidsuck-blog]

i love my lil miss thang abdiel padilla... i love u boo <3 te amo mucho

[queen-goblin]

“when i was a little kid, i was the first kid in my neighborhood to have a pet alligator.”

[ozu-teapot]

Pulse | Kiyoshi Kurosawa | 2001

Shinji Takeda, Kenji Mizuhashi

[lifeinpoetry]

Tell me I am a premature burial; / Tell me existing feels like being buried alive sometimes; / & it’s okay to feel that way;

George Abraham, from “The Olive Tree Speaks of Deforestation to my body,” published in Crab Fat Magazine (via lifeinpoetry)

[cryptidsuck-blog]

brutlist:

    “     i try not to smoke so much anymore   —   you really start to think about the future once the easy shit that didn’t wind you , starts to .     “

@quibungo // starter

❛       nah,   not   me.   don’t   see   me   givin’   it   up   any   time   soon,   truthfully.   if   the   future’s   goin’   any   way   that   i   think   it   is,   i’m   gonna   need   all   the   distractions   i   can   get.      ❜

[cryptidsuck-blog]

cadejos:

❛    ARE    YOU     CRAZY             ?               KEEP    YOUR    DAMN    VOICE    DOWN  .      JESUS,   THE   FUCK        do   you   think   will   happen ?         just…               you’re    right         &     then   what  ?       i ’unno   if   you   ain’t      thinkin’  clearly,     but   mentioning   them   in   public   ?      CHRIST  .       ❜    “   ELDRITCH.   ”      the    divinity.     while   his   dauntless   partner   uttered   an   inquisitive   hymn   with   insouciance     &    appreciable   ignorance  ,    an   upsurge   of   trepidation   would   submerge   his   trachea      ——      a   cognitive   theory   forged   of   sacrilegious   consternation,      a   byproduct   of   his   fatalistic   design   essentially   coming   into   this   paragon   of   interest,     (    HASTUR:    THE    YELLOW    KING.   )    OLD   GOD.      he   remembers,   remembers   the   stories.     a   prideful   tone   deteriorating   into    denunciatory   ignominy   would   abscond   his   sanguinary   maw.        

      ❛    DON’T.      we   ——   we   cannot   mention   them  .   ❜

@quibungo     /    ( c. )

❛         so,   we   know   some   crazy   shit’s   goin’   on,   and   you   want   me   to   what,   act   like   i   know   nothin’?   i’m   tired   of   playin’   LAP   -   DOG,   frank.   jumpin’   through   hoops   ‘n   performin’   tricks   just   cause   THEY   told   us   to?   the   Frank   i   knew   all   them   years   ago   would   be   just   as   pissed      ——      HELL,   EVEN   MORE   PISSED   ‘N   I  AM.  . .           ❜     larynx   runs   red   with   disbelief,    dermis   decorticated   against   the   blade   of   anti   -   god   propaganda       &       the   sacreligious   homily    of    this,   a   self   -   appointed   GOD   KILLER.    BLOODY      /      RAW    is   his   garden   of   repudiation,   skepticism   and   new   -   found   awareness   blossoming   between   the   chasm  of   the   beast’s   ribcage. 

     ❛        WHAT’S   CHANGED?        ❜

[my-favoritess]

[cryptidsuck-blog]

do u wanna ship xD

sorry i’m not into beastiality

[cryptidsuck-blog]

berserkaer:

 ❛   HEY  ,  YOU  EVER  HEARD  ABOUT  THAT  UHHH  DOLL  ISLAND  ?   ❜   thick brows furrow, runs fingers through his hair. the streetlight above them dims then shines bright again. repeats this cycle. there’s an eerieness to the aire, makes butch anxious.   ❛   it’s south of mexico, some dude like … found a dead girl and found a doll where her body was and he like … hung it. and now there’s a shit ton of dolls hangin’ around the island. people say the dolls move their heads and talk to eachother and shit. think you’d ever go there  ?   ❜     //    @quibungo​

     a   bird   bath.   concrete   and   stone   -   carved   is   this   inebriated   fountain   of   beasts   exposed                      BARE       &       naked,   a   muddled   MESS   OF   VIOLENCE   and   shadow,   a   laceration   bleeding     NEON   and      LIQUOR.     ❛     FUCK   -   no   one   ever   taugh'cha   to   start   a   conversation  off   with   a   simple   “hello”?   next   yer   gonna   ask   me   about   my   salary   or   some   .   .   .   sorry.   long  day.   uh   -   NO.   you’d   sooner   find   me   dead   ‘fore   finding   me   some   place   like   that.   seen   enough   CRAZY   SHIT   TO   LAST   A   WHOLE   LIFETIME.   what’s   your   name,   anyway?       ❜

[cryptidsuck-blog]

ABDIEL   &   FRANCISCO:   THE   DOWNFALL.

ft.   @cadejos    /     DO   NOT   REBLOG!

[soundstoliveby-blog]

Visit Original Link

[the-trotteur]

[cryptidsuck-blog]

theforcetm:

              ❛AY, MAN !   can i bum a smoke ? i got like, a dollar if you want one. just – fuck, please ? ❜

sc  / @quibungo​

❛        uh   -   yeah,   yeah.   here                     ‘n   keep   yer   money,   s’no   good   here.   never   seen   you   ‘round   here   before.   you   new   or?       ❜

[cryptidsuck-blog]

ghasies:

❝    SO                   YOU’RE   THAT   KINDA   GUY     .      ❞       disdain   fills   her   throat     &     the   cherry     -     trunked   boy   scratches   at   his   eyes     ,     screams   of   his     unfortunate   demise     in   vain     ,     pronounces   his   hunger   like   god     :     WHY   DO   YOU   ALLOW   ME   TO   STARVE     ?     WHY   DO   YOU   ALLOW   ME   TO   STARVE     ?     WHY   DO   YOU   ALLOW   ME   TO   STARVE     ?     she   shifts   in   her   seat     ,     chin   pointing   upwards     ,    fingers   moving   from   leg   to   table     .       (     *     STILL   SHE   TAPS   FASTER     !     )       a   thick   swallow     &     her   head   shakes     ;     sour   girl   pretends   to   be   sweet     .     ❝    didn’t   your   mama   ever   tell   you   not   t’offer   strange girls   drinks     ?      NO   THANKS     ,     baby     .     i’m   good     .     ❞         cherry     -     trunked   boy   smiles   greedily     &     feeds   off   your   fear     .     keep   playing   this   game     &     get   your   reward     .     ❝     y’smell   like   dirt     &     something   else     .     what’s   it   that   you   do     ?      ❞

      ❛      hell, we’re   all   gonna   DIE   one   day.   who   says   a   little   drink   can’t   help   ease   the   never   endin’   shitstorm   that   is   life,   eh?.   ‘sides,   ‘m   sure   the   big   guy   upstairs   wont   mind   too   much.   hey,   uh                    to   life.        ❜       cheers   to   torment,   and   to   eternal   damnation.   cheers   to   hell   and   to   sacred   blasphemy, heresy   worth   burning   for.   he   is   all   FIRE   and    HEAT   within   the   pit   of   a   stomach   malformed,   tame   entrails   burnt   at   the   stake       /       EXECUTED       /       wasted   at   rotgut’s   exposure.      ❛    i’m   a   -   i’m   a   cop.  detective   padilla,   nice   t’meet   you,   mam.   you,   uh   -   see   that,   uh   -   that   guy   over   there?   saw   him   eyein’   you   on   your   way   in. big   fella   like   him? not   much home   trainin’ if   ya   asked   me.   not   much   sense   goin’   on   in   that   empty   head’a   his.   i   thought   it’d   be   best   to   come   over   here   t’send   him   a   message   .   .   .   keep   ‘im   off   your   tail   ‘n   whatnot        &       hey,   who   knows?                 maybe   you   might   just   slip   me   your   info   sometime   in   case    you   need   help   in   the   future.   just   for,   uh   -   you   know, distraction   purposes.        ❜

[ghasiesa-blog]

catch maisie having a feast off some poor mans organs. catch her in the act of peeling someone’s skin off while they’re still alive and then ripping them open and feasting off their innards. not only this, but share it with her.

[cryptidsuck-blog]

*     @ensavaged​    :    c.

a     counterfeit   sermon    PERVADES   this,   the   sanctity   of   thine   own   holy   church;   he   speaks   of   paradise   and   of   serenity.    he   speaks   of   sky   -   high   idylls   reining   high   amidst   aureate    cloud   -   cover,   and   of   empyrean   existence   drunk   on   ambrosia,   drunk   on   allegiance      —      DRUNK   ON   FALSEHOOD.   he   wakes   from   his   slumber,   from   this   phantom   of   the   mind   terrorizing   malformed   vermis,   thoracic   maw   beckoned   from   dormancy.        ❛       i   -   it      —       no.    she’s   dead.   h   -   her   throat   was   cut      —      EAR   TO   EAR.      i   swore   i   coulda   done   somethin’   to   help.       ❜

[martinmcdonagh]