oh to wear a knife strapped against my thigh beneath a silk dress
YOU ARE THE REASON
Jules of Nature
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Not today Justin

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if i look back, i am lost
we're not kids anymore.
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oh to wear a knife strapped against my thigh beneath a silk dress
Take a sickle in my hand and let it sow, let it weep, let it bleed.
derniers hors série. N° 867.Serge Mai20. Monotypes 20X30
by Jules Tavernier (French, 1844-1889)
my head moves faster than my hand ever could
NIGHT DRIVE.
From What Ever Happened-
You’re so fucking perfect that I want to tear you limb from limb with my searing teeth, pummeling humility into your ribcage and sucking the hubris from your marrow. I have these fucking aching pulses of my heart beating in my head where they doesn’t belong. Beating relentless and incessant where they’re unwanted. I want to fucking bite at your insides with a vicious toil unknown, with a passion I haven’t felt for anything else and to just rip the tendons, snap them off your bone with violent tweaks of my jaw, set right round the muscles like a snack of delirium.
But it’s you who drives me crazy.
I’d be sane without your whispers in my head or your stinging slice of memory nagging at my mind, begging it on bruised knees to grant safe passage to my past, to redeem its dripping sin and soaked fruition of damnation. Bleed it out. Bleed it like a medieval blood letter.
Bleed it until there’s nothing left because I’m thirsty and you’ve got so much left to give, baby.
I've acquired a new reaction pic.
If I be pained,
let it be from wreaking the hysterical havoc of my existence upon you.
whom'st wants to throweth me down a flight of stairs
The twelve brothers who were changed into twelve ravens. Household Stories From The Brother’s Grimm. 1882. Colorized.
Internet Archive
Scene of Deluge (detail) by Joseph-Désiré Court, 1827.
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Eau Claire Leader, Wisconsin, May 18, 1917
ive been thinking about this tweet for the past 2 days like literally nonstop