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My new blog is @dawnisawound
"its a texas chainsaw miracle"
IT SYNCED UP PERFECTLY. THIS IS WHAT WHAT MISSING IN THIS SCENE
Currently dreading the disembodied hands of god and shame about to switch my heart and my spine
when a centaur dies, the horse half obviously goes to hell, but the human half ascends to heaven, detached and missing its lower horse body, forced to go about the rest of its afterlife mourning the loss of something vile and profane, which is in a sense its own kind of hell
horror sub-genres: cannibal
the virtual autopsy of a man run over by a train, look at the severed spine and extreme damage to the facial area of skull.
Sobriety is a full body feeling and it’s cruel that it’s our default
thoughts of blowfly girl i guess!!
i think what i found the most interesting is the very honest articulation of the eroticism of disgust (to what is probably its fullest extent) which i find very relatable but i find very little of it even in kink positive spaces that verge anywhere near that far while stating so bluntly “i am turned on by this because it is wrong”.
also the interplay of self control and desire. and what seems to be a very solid sense of self, however healthy that may or may not be. her decision to keep all of this to herself and away from any potential platonic/romantic relationship, to deny the very idea that she could share this part of her and they could understand. but the isolation and self hatred are all a part of it, really, so how could she? if you get off to how much you hate yourself, is there a way to indulge in that healthily and safely?
other girls have babies but i give birth to decay and filth
I’m going insane over this song. And the video?? So good
Dear blowfly girl,
I think about you all the time. I feel like in another universe you and I would have been friends.
In this universe I have your email and I’ve drafted messages too unstable to send. Or maybe you would relate to that.
I just want to have a conversation. It can be about anything. Tell me your favorite song, movie, tell me your fears. Do you regret any of it? Do you wish your life was a move? What genre would you be in, because you aren’t horror. You’re weird, but I like you. I read through your blog. You’re a slice of life and a breath of fresh air. I understand you on a level just below putting maggots in myself. On a level before humping roadkill. But I’m on a level somewhere, the level of a fan.
history + last words
Catacombe dei Cappuccini. Palermo, Sicily, Southern Italy.
when georges bataille wrote, “no greater desire exists than a wounded person’s need for another wound” & when gillian flynn wrote, “a child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort” & when ocean vuong wrote, “sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you’ve been ruined” & when lisa m. basile wrote, “did you inherit a sickness? did you blame god? do you believe in god? do you believe in yourself? are you still on fire? did you ever put out the fire?” & when stephen a. guirgis wrote, “why didn't you make me good enough so that you could’ve loved me?”
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ada limón, lucky wreck