AN ISSUE OF SIN.

I am beginning to lose patience With my personal relations. They are not deep And they are not cheap

[oftheothers]

this blog is under co. 

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                      ❛ i think all of my christmas shopping is finally done! && not a moment too soon. i really cut it down to the wire this year. ❜

[oftheothers]

   ❝ DID you f i n d something unique or interesting for your recipients?  ❞

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[oftheothers]

like for a starter

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PLEASE NOTE: THIS BLOG WILL CONTAIN NSFW, 18+ CONTENT RANGING FROM VIOLENCE, GORE, DEATH, ABUSE AND MURDER AMONG MANY OTHER TRIGGERING TOPICS. IT IS IMPORTANT YOU KNOW THIS IN ADVANCE BEFORE INTERACTING, FOR YOUR OWN SAKE.

[faessbender]

drive [2011] dir. nicolas winding refn

[oftheothers]

piiiety:

                 A groan, both in COMPLAINT and due to the nature of how form PRESSES to his own. Contact wasn’t well received here: it’s either of VIOLENCE or STRAINED. And of course this isn’t discreet, nor kind for that matter, but he loses rein over WAVERING breath oppressing visage.   

                   ❝ HA – …❜ It’s nervously choked out. Searching for phrase to regain SWAY of the situation.   

      ❝ Well FUCK, if that’s ALL you wanted, you should’a SAID somethin’… ❜

             laughter lights his visage.

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       washing limbs of hunger BORN of control.  which flashes the events dictating his CAPTURE. carmine & full of ire, it wires LIPS athwart any exposure of theo’s skin. a h u s k of ignominy bludgeoning  his mind for when wanting GOD, this wasn’t proper.

[joypendants]

There is no God, because I cut him out: I took some scissors to my chest, I carved every last part of him out of my heart. I felt nothing as I tore out that radiance;  I have no need for a god – I am my own deity. I dug my own claws into my chest and  I threw back my head and howled. There is no God:  I tore him out. I dug my nails into him and screamed.

They called me a sinner; I have no need for sainthood. I am a god. (CNS)

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[oftheothers]

                        ❝why is it we so FEAR death?❞  

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💾🔌📱 glow / neon / cyberpunk blog

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Ask Box Trick-or-Treat

[oftheothers]

raidstombs:

Send ‘Trick or Treat!  🎃’ to my inbox and I’ll give you a treat! This could be: a promo graphic, icons, an aesthetic graphic of your muse, a drabble, a photoset of our muses together, a moodboard based on one of our threads, or some other goodie! Happy Halloween!  Let’s celebrate!

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C.

                     OH, how he seeks to deny such YEARNED truths. Yet, he sustains neither MOTIVATION nor IMPULSE to do so.   Lax in disposition as gaze VENTURES to meet devilishly guileful gape.

                                      ❝ And you just like the VIEW, huh sugar?❜

[oftheothers]

HUMOR scrapes the r u n of his countenance, twining pressured palms to force  theo to --line-- his backside  against himself, from which lips DETAIL  his retort, under a hand HUNGRILY r e a c h i n g across  his stomach for a play on more delicate settings.

“ OH YES I DO SWEETCHEEKS.”

  terminating vocable is issued with a g r a b on that respectable bottom of his.

[oftheothers]

C.

“ as IF you don’t actually enjoy the ATTENTION.”

  his veneer breaks its standard issue of MANIPULATION, for a  h o l l o w race of INTERROGATION/ ta||ing the slope of theo’s IRON.  he’s taken to a SYSTEM by which eyne  s t r i p flesh, betwixt the mass of DIAS  bellowing for a master’s return.

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[oftheothers]

Oh, Mr. Bond…

[milkyyyart]

lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me

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[keiether]