Kasih K.

In my sorrow nights, Where my dreams wander freely, I’ve dreamt of being your only final girl ˖ . ݁𝜗☠︎︎𝜚. ݁₊

[livingdeadmortal]

I wish someone would take the time to understand why i am the way i am

I wish someone would read my writings, open my pinterest boards, read the things i read, just so the could understand me

I wish someone would just ask “hey what happened to you? I would like to know your story .”

And i wish i wasn’t a slave to trauma

[livingdeadmortal]

Threads & Needles

I’ve never felt the feeling of being savoured

It resembles the feeling that I’m being teared open and my bones are disintegrated without ever having them rearranged

It’s cruel and vicious. It’s like knowing the human anatomy better than anyone else

And as I’m being ripped open it’ll be an unpleasant surprise on what lies beneath my skin

They’d be digging through my flesh and through my liver trying to find something worth ripping something for, and as vexatious as it sounds, their final stop would always be the heart

I’m afraid that my heart is there to be instantly consumed 

And as I’m left teared open they’d call me selfish for still trying to reach for the parts of me that’s scattered all over the floor

So when the daylight has finally settled I’ll use my fingers as my needle and my brain as my thread and be the seamstress for myself

[metamorphesque]

i like your name, tathev simonyan

[lunamonchtuna]

— Mary Lambert, Shame Is an Ocean I Swim Across; "You Are with the Wrong Person" (via lunamonchtuna)

[hereiswhatremains]

"I think in the end all I really wanted was for you to see how much I could have loved you."

— excerpt from the collection dyingful by akhira

[inkpressedpetals]

[elizabethsinclair]

love elizabeth s.

[lunamonchtuna]

to be seen without performing. to be heard without screaming. to be missed without disappearing. to be enough without proving it. to be held without falling apart. to be understood without explaining. to be wanted without conditions. to be. to be.

[livingdeadmortal]

Violence

Turning my blood, sweat & tears into ink is my only salvation from the horror of existence

Every drop of ink which falls into a blank canvas or a piece of paper trembles into a confession. The pen drinks my soul greedily

It burns softer to be consumed this way. Word by word, line by line. 

As if it’s a gentle reminder to bleed beautifully and sweat deliberately, until the horror itself grows jealous on how I can dress it. 

As the concept of existence gnashes its teeth at the edges of my desk, I let it starve. As long as I keep feeding the paper, it won’t have me as it’s feast

What greater revenge than  to chain the darkness inside a stanza, to make beauty from the very thing that would devour me? 

Ink is my violence, my tenderness, my confession. And if the world insists on being unbearable, then let it. I’ll fracture it into being bearable in ink.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

– Audrey Hepburn

[deviika]

—Fyodor Dostoevsky

[metamorphesque]

On Not Wanting To Live, E. M. Cioran (translated by Ilinca Zarifopol-Johnston)

[classichorrorblog]

The Silence Of The Lambs Directed by Jonathan Demme (1991)

[anakinmoser]

[classichorrorblog]

Bride Of Frankenstein (1935)

[devineroticism]

all mischaracterizations piss me off but one i hate the most is that will is dirty/smells/is messy because have you SEEN his house. everything is neat and organized, he takes good care of his dogs, he’s always decently well groomed. the only time he’s all sweaty and gross is when he’s having nightmares and i’m assuming he doesn’t just get up and walk around like that because if he smelled wouldn’t hannibal have pointed it out? the only time hannibal mentions anything about how he smells is his shitty aftershave and the encephalitis. will is by no means a slob and people assume he is because he’s an outfit repeater (no crime in that because same) and i think because people get so caught up in the idea of hannibal & will being opposites that they think since hannibal is more uptight(?) and put together that will is the complete opposite. i hope that makes sense maybe i’m just too obsessed with details in the show but i know my babygirl isn’t dirty

[classichorrorblog]

Halloween (1978)