YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT

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[raelemond]

bleeding is the most fun a boy can have without taking his clothes off

[asoftepiloguemylove]

i always imagined this would happen without warning, like suddenly on an ocean cliff side but this is the kind of thing where waiting for the time to be right would just mean waiting forever.

Marya Hornbacher Waiting / @/nihil (on pinterest) / Louise Glück Twilight / Sleeping At Last Eight / unknown / Leila Chatti Postcard from Gone / Marya Hornbacher Waiting

[geryone]

The Dogs, Noah Ross

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Quotes:Nitya prakash/Richard siken ,crush}

[mongreldyke]

nothin' quite like how a dog loves

let dead dogs lie - silas denver melvin // red dog - elizabeth frink // how to be a dog - andrew kane // domestication syndrome - dhole b // no origin found // for your own good - leah horlick // pleasure - beth cavener // it will come back - hozier // i am a dog. i have blood all over my teeth. - sciencedfiction // same poem as directly previous

[wearealsoboats]

it’s this – you must love the monster. hold your hands with your palms out, open, vulnerable, waiting, eyes soft eyes warm eyes steady. when he lowers his bloodied face press your brow to his and breathe. do not flinch at the smell of meat. pick the despair from his curled spine and fold it into something lighter. tell him, i see you. tell him, i see you, and i trust you, and i am unafraid. when he meets your gaze, kiss him. thread your fingers into his hair and hold him close. close your eyes. show him your throat. i see you, and i trust you, and i am unafraid.

what you learn when you first forgive him (via wearealsoboats)

[quotemadness]

These mountains that you are carrying, you were only supposed to climb.

Najwa Zebian (via quotemadness)

[thenevermoore]

“In a field. With the moon. And the dark. And the dirt. With your mouth. And just one word: god god god.”

— Daphne Gottlieb, from “how you talk,” 15 Ways to Stay Alive (via mythaelogy)

[weltenwellen]

Athena Nassar, from "Love Is Not Always Song, but the Swelling"

[weltenwellen]

Erika Meitner, from “Staking a Claim”, Copia

[weusedtobegiants]

But for the sake of your garden I sat up to my neck in blood.

Rumi, from The Essential Rumi tr. Coleman Barks

[cannibalesbians-deactivated2021]

“Becoming” Sara Tantlinger

He wants him, but he knows this love is like trying to catch a dropped knife, but the other man does not care. After all,  he is gripping the blade’s handle.

Wolfish hunger holds them, aches inside rumbling guts, but tonight the moon invites their power-play to bathe in silver beams. Tonight a different man struggles between them. They gut him together, take bites of his throat and heart.

They love with crimson starvation and bathe in blood glimmering coal-colored in the moonlight. One man is savior and one is devil, but differences disappeared when they tore a human to wet ribbons and slicked their skin with his death. Tonight they are equally drenched in warm gore, devoid of sanity before they fall from the bluff and ask the ocean to drown them in a lullaby.

One last blood song.

[stellar-tombs]

[sleeprough]

i don't care.

[nosongunsung11]

collection of posts for a very specific dynamic

[electricraccoonincident-deactiv]

In these bruising days, any delicately made thing quickens the heart.

— Teju Cole, from “We Can’t Comprehend This Much Sorrow”

[rotgospels]

Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry