pitch black alcove.

where  civil blood  makes  spuɐɥ ןıʌıɔ  unclean.

[kltzak]

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

In the Middle of This Phrase …, Octavio Paz

[ID: The night / is a disjointed murmur, / a body / self-embraced, tearing itself apart.]

[kltzak]

« o god, (...) i would eat your heart in the marketplace! »                                                                                                            @nivosen​​

❛❛  would you,  my love?      do you  promise  to devour me?  ❜❜     hearts  betwix  teeth,   contempt and grief dripping down chins.     [tempered flesh and bone,]  intimate  but not  intimacy.     born of  famine,   nestled in the  bloated  third stomach of  cow.     𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴,   𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 & 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨.     ❛❛  you need  not  be  gentle.  ❜❜

❛❛  if you  𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦  me,   you’ll eat me ——  ❜❜     glacé organs,   curdled blood:   presented  ’pon a rich feast,   fresh  from  harvest.     corpse  kept in the sliver ’tween her  heart  and  lung.     [i want you to rot with me,   lie with me in my grave — stay  with  me  forever].     under the  sward  lay the bones of their  secrets,   close-grazed  and  long since returned to soil.     —  i  love  you,   consume  me.     own  me.     incandescent,   stomach a facet of desire in red paths and desperate with longing;    sweet  on  the  tongue.     [one does not have to see the sword for it to come inside you].     decay  so  gentle,   softening out inside  [of her].     how  teeth  beg  for  something  so  tender  to  sink  into.     ❛❛  ——  not  just my  heart  but my lungs as well.     take my  liver,   my  kidneys,   my  stomach.     take  every  piece  of  me.     i  would  do  the  same  for  you.  ❜❜

[musingofmemes-blog]

Richard Siken Poetry Starters

I wore his jacket for the longest time. 

I’d live on the moon probably except I think I’d miss the moonlight

Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. 

You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together

But you know how I am. I push too hard.

I’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own

The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I’m alive

Monsters are always hungry, darling.

Sorry about the blood in your mouth.

I could pretend I’m speaking to everyone.

I’m talking to you, and you know it.

Everyone needs a place. It shouldn’t be inside of someone else

Let me tell you what I do know: I am more than one thing and not all of those things are good.

Oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued.

Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.

Let’s admit, without apology, what we do to each other

Your body told me in a dream it’s never been afraid of anything.

Everything casts a shadow.

You could drown in those eyes

I swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth

I want to be grateful but I’m having a hard time with it.

 I am sad and angry and I want everyone to be alive again.

I believe we will be reborn, because I believe everything, and I believe that we will meet again and suffer together again.

 Keep talking. I’ll keep walking toward the sound of your voice.

I wanted to take him home and rough him up and get my hands inside him

There are so many things I’m not allowed to tell you

We are all going forward. None of us are going back

Is that too much to expect?

I didn’t want to see it this way

Wanna make a monster?

It’s too ugly to be human. It’s too ugly to be you

I’m sure you remember, I was on the phone with you, sweetheart.

Someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure.

[kltzak]

me, last night: if my infection is worse in the morning, i’ll book a doctors appointment tomorrow :) me, waking up today worse and there’s no doctors appointments: o no

[frozenatthehyperion]

(x)

[rentz]

nyc - interpol / blossom - erik thor sandberg / craig thompson, carnet de voyage

[boothedits]

Douglas Booth as Percy Shelley in Mary Shelley (2017).

[kltzak]

hot wheels hair#0567

[binghallie]

| I have a lot, I’m lucky. I wanna keep it.

[kltzak]

victor hugo gave his fiancée a live bat in a parcel and that is some hans shit right there

[tristamateer]

“so the boy is not a wolf– but he bites like one. when you tell everyone he has teeth, he just smiles and smiles.”

— ON NOT SAYING WHAT YOU REALLY MEAN IN THE FACE OF TRAUMA, Trista Mateer

[detailedart]

Details : Skull of a Skeleton with Burning Cigarette, c. 1885–86, by Vincent van Gogh.

[kltzak]

it’s not human at all. it’s kind of more ancient than humankind and bigger than what people can ever become. except for elsa.

[kltzak]

hans is 6’4 and i hate that about him

[de-morte]

The darkness is fluent in me. The absence of it derails my rhythm.

Channing H. M (via de-morte)

[frozenatthehyperion]

A beautiful stranger, tall and fair. (x)