Take A Bite, Be A Bite

So we can all eat again… I just want to be killed by a hot guy and not be a sexually repressed asshole while at it thank you | Follows come from @nonoriri-ko | I blame playing Corpse Party at age 13/14 for the start of my gore fetish and my suicidal fixation only exacerbated it | 24 | icon by @goreshitrushi2

[goreshitrushi2]

[dissectiongirl]

repentance

[dissectiongirl]

[punkslutt]

"woundfucking is about devotion and the two becoming one and togetherness" woundfucking is about how deep i can get my dick in there

[copaconfessions]

[s0urm1111k]

he took the “you are what you eat” advice a bit too literally

[aconissa]

“In Dutch Protestant paintings of the 15th and 16th centuries, meat often referred to ‘the weak flesh.’ In my paintings, the beauty of the flesh is shown, and the ornate frames emphasize the non-Puritanical content. People call the frames ‘over the top’ or excessive. They’re often painted to match the meat. When viewing the paintings, some say they have a gag reflex while thinking at the same time they’re beautiful.” 

Victoria Reynolds on her raw meat paintings

[corpse-fucker]

i love sex and murder and cannibalism and violence and faggotry!!!!!!!

[lunaticpsykers]

with the beautiful lies i wish to drown in

[selfflagellation-deactivated202]

god wants you to look at gore

[vantablack-child]

Even though I loved you.

[vocaloid-tunes]

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There’s Supposed to Be a Cheat Code for Happiness | Utata-P feat. Yuzuki Yukari

[katyon2020]

''The princess who ate a mushroom''

I WAS SO SCARED THIS WAS GONNA TURN OUT BAD I'M STILL EXPERIMENTING WITH WATER COLOURS AAAAA

[wayward-banana]

broke: dimitri has an eye scar from battle

woke: dimitri ripped his own eye out

[chestkeys]

take a bite of me!

[vocaloid-tunes]

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Yamitsuki | MARETU feat. Hatsune Miku

[unhappeningsuggestions]

my mirror shows me the wrong reflection. because i know that i’m not who i see. the person in the mirror is wrong. nicer, kinder, easier to look at.

the person in the mirror is good. he is lovable, kind, and easy to get along with.

he doesn’t stumble, he doesn’t mix his words, and he understands his work on the first try.

he looks straight into my eyes, and he does not smile.

that person in the mirror is not me.

i am not him.

i am irrational, i am hopeless, i love too much and too hard, and i bury myself in a bed of dirt each night, hoping if i go through the motions the world will just pretend i have died and been buried.

i am an animal, not a man. i walk foolishly, with turned haunches not fit for a beast. i snarl my words out, too loud to be human. i am the wrong size, the wrong shape. this is not the body of a human.

sometimes, that monster craves something he does not deserve. that beast must know love, or he is doomed to fantasize it.

he is a fool. he is wrong, born so and in actions so. the only one to blame is himself.

the only one to blame is himself.

he knows this well.

for he bleeds like a dog,

and he dies like a doe.