HUNGER PAINS.

my 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛-𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 screams private & selective original character. written by lydia.

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probs attempting to return here.

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the second image in ur promo is super cute! where’s it from ? :-)

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&     ––––––––     like this for a starter!!

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––––––––––––––     𝐄𝐕𝐄'𝐒 ɔnuʇ 𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒,        𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒,      &      𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄.                        here lays the remains of sodom and gomorrah,      destroyed,      &      torn.            here sits an infection between my lungs that claws at my ribcage,      here sits      (      ıusıpǝ ɯʎ oʍu qosoɯ      )      the ripe - rotted carcass of wickedness

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                 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 + 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐥𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐚. #𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐦.

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https://www.facebook.com/Aleksandra-Waliszewska-152642531244/

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sergia’s a super philosophical person when it comes to eating meat. she’s quick to bring up peter singer       &       his teachings,       as if she actually follows   ––   or is able to follow   ––   his works.         she commonly quotes  animal liberation,       singer’s work that was written in 1975,       due to its’ popularity within animal welfare       &       speciesism.         she is a utilitarian when it comes to animals       &       humans alike,       but refuses to acknowledge that the creature makes it difficult for her to follow along in her not eating meat.         (       she feels guilt when confronted with the fact that the creature eats meat       &       in order to stop herself from craving raw flesh,       she has torn off pieces of her own skin       &       consumed that instead.         her forearms are scarred,       but she always wears longer sleeves so no one will see them.       )

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Raw (2016) dir. Julia Ducournau

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@slithag​ ／ 𝟎𝟏 ．

               ❝        𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬 - 𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭.        ❞         spoken,     with pursed lip,       &      drooped - over  eyelids.        sourness in the back of her throat,       &       her nose crinkles at its’ base.     𝖯𝖠𝖱𝖠𝖲𝖨𝖳𝖤 𝖠𝖭𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖬     :     she smells like rot,     &     residue - tobacco,     too many breath mints loaded onto her tongue,     &     swallowed down before she can chew.          the flatness of her tongue shakes the syllables loose,     spewed out with bile,     &     vomit - saliva.       the corner of her mouth twists into a grimace,     a sharp inhale taken through nostrils before she shrugs once,     twice.      

❝        animal liberation,     ‘75.         a book i     SWEAR BY     in the best of ways.     anyways,     i’ve heard too much about the deaths of animals,     all for the sake of     ––––     what   ?     ––––     magical wishes that we hope will come true     ?                    ＢＵＬＬＳＨＩＴ.       ❞

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the funny thing about the creature is that it’s keeping sergia alive despite her attempts to not be. the person she’s buying drugs from is definitely attempting to assist her in dying but it won’t work. sergia goes to hospitals, fakes illnesses and all this shit with the hopes of obtaining medication, with the hopes of taking it all in one go, but the creature literally goes “not today fam” and forces her to transform out of actual anger. sergia’s unable to die on her own terms, and honestly she hates that. she’s caused more harm to herself than the creature itself and that just shows inner demons, babey!

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@medicative​​ ／ 𝟎𝟏 ．

                ❝        𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞.     𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝'𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧     ?         ❞         her lighter is cupped between palm - of - hand,       &       the butt of her cigarette,      the lever flicked,       the flame licking against tobacco to fill her nostrils.          inhale,       exhale.              a plume of smoke embraces her,       tongue flickering against her upper lip       –––––––       &       she creates a frown out of her lips.             [       IT   TWISTS  IN  HER  STOMACH,       FORCES  BILE  TO  SCRATCH  AT  HER  THROAT  AND  THREATEN  THE  TILES  BENEATH  HER  FEET.       ]         her voice seeps of false strawberries,       velveteen soaked through with liquid sugar gone too sour,       &       replaced with nicotine spew.              her arms begin to itch,       &       suddenly she feels a      needle      prickle the inside of her elbow. 

      ❝        i want your help.       no - one want do to       SWEET - LITTLE - ME       a little bit of a favor        ．．      ⌠    𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠, 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝.       𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐈𝐌.       

                                  𝐝𝐨𝐞 - 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞'𝐝.   ⌡       

．．    i need something that’ll actually help me.       antibiotics,       maybe       ?       well,       you’re the doctor here       ––––––     gimmie something sweet,       &     i’ll paint y’something nice.              ❞

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&     ––––––––     like this for a starter!!

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––––––––––––––     𝐄𝐕𝐄'𝐒 ɔnuʇ 𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒,        𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒,      &      𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄.                        here lays the remains of sodom and gomorrah,      destroyed,      &      torn.            here sits an infection between my lungs that claws at my ribcage,      here sits      (      ıusıpǝ ɯʎ oʍu qosoɯ      )      the ripe - rotted carcass of wickedness

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                 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 + 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐥𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐚. #𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐦.

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a major aesthetic/motif/theme on this blog: hunger, being hungry, the act of eating, of pulling apart flesh.

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to give a bit of background on sergia      before i focus on making icons for a while,     she harbors an entity that is called          THE     CREATURE          by herself.     it is jealous,     it is planning to kill her,     it is also attempting to keep her alive for as long as it can.     she works in art restoration.     her name is well - known as she is one of the best people in this field     ––     or at least, she believes it.     she has also          SOLD     &     RESTORED          paintings to/of wealthy people,     the paintings she’s sold being forgeries of stolen paintings,     &     otherwise.          she is also involved in the disappearance of many wealthy people,     though no one is aware of this.     she also believes herself to be ill though she knows what’s happening to her.     she has an interest in animal rights,     constantly quoting peter singer’s          ANIMAL     LIBERATION          &     is a devout vegetarian     (     which is ironic considering the fact that when she transforms,     she is forced to consume flesh   !     )          she smells like rotted meat,     &     too much perfume,     &     tobacco due to a nicotine addiction that is a result of her attempting to stave off her cannibalistic cravings.     she is melancholic,     she is constantly plagued by thoughts of killing those she comes in contact with.     these thoughts are set off by the scent of sweat,     &     blood.

she believes that she is near death,     that she has been “resurrected” once,     &     that this time she will not be so lucky.     due to this,     she takes illegal medication that is supplied to her by someone she considers a friend,     but this does little to stop her transformations,     &     really only makes her feel worse.          all in all,     sergia believes herself to be godly and almost immortal,     &     she is afraid of truly     ––     actually     ––     dying.

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@drewsleuth​

        she is made of toxins that seep to the bone,     sweetness doubled,     &     tripled between sinews that threaten to snap.          the whole bench has been claimed by her,     stunk - up,     &     tinted a nice shade of blue,     half - warm,     &     almost being shed,     the insides of her stomach churning,     &     churning still.          cigarette makes itself comfortable in her right hand,     brought to her lips for a gentle inhale that feels like an old friend.     (     if only to keep my hunger - pa(i)ned gut from spilling over into my throat,     to keep that too - sweet bile from tripping,     tripping     )     another inhale,     &     finally     ––––––––––     𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬.          a smile is thrown to the woman across from her,     newspaper loose in her hands,     her eyes too shifty to catch the syllables that keep themselves stagnant on the white - and - black pages.          a smile is thrown,     &     another inhale.     another release.          

                                  ❝        you look lonely.           ❞

                 spoken loud,     spoken sweetly.       the air’s          TOO FRESH          &     her stomach begins to church harder,     threatens to spill chunky remains to coat her teeth.          her voice is hollow.     the syllables gyrate against her tongue,     &     force themselves out of her mouth like poison already swallowed,     almost digested.         ❝        you want company     ?       ❞

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im so into her.