Somewhere far away, I can hear your call.

I'm out of my head, Of my heart, and my mind, 'Cause you can run, but you can't hide, I'm gonna make you mine. Out of my head, Of my heart, and my mind, 'Cause I can feel how your flesh, now, Is crying out for more. About [[Seeking the Name Intern Marce Fallen London rp blog au, sideblog to @internmarce Fallen London profile

[fairycosmos]

sorry for being hungry as fuck with a horrible vibe

[wry-and-erring-stimmer]

(source)

[crazysodomite]

EEEKKK *trips and falls and you catch a glimpse of my evil and irredeemable soul*

[loverofbeauty]

[shisasan]

Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus, originally published: 1977

[shisasan]

Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus, originally published: 1977

[geryone]

Good Monster, Diannely Antigua

[knotfrotter]

favorite type of penetration? teeth in flesh

[bluebeardsbride-archive]

“My God taught me hunger is a gift, it sweetens the meal. All day, I have gone without because I know at the end I will eat and be satisfied. In this way, my desire is bearable.”

— Leila Chatti, “fasting in tunis,” shortlisted for the Brunel International African Poetry Prize 

[tyrantsuggestion]

Smile for me

Show me those blunt, dull teeth of yours

I shall sharpen them for you

[fawnaura]

Miguel Hernández, tr. by Don Share, from Poems of War (1936–1939); “Hunger,”

[lytheranoctis]

Mira Nedyalkova

[valtsv]

you have a wound that will never heal? me too! actually it's gradually widening and expanding, consuming more of me with each passing day [props my chin in my hands and smiles at you] at what point do you think i'll become the wound itself and not simply the bearer?

[brotheralyosha]

Fallen London: Locations

- NORTH

“He is not a god. He came from the North, where it is too cold for gods, and to the North he will return. If you go North, nothing of you will remain.”

Image Sources: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Left to the Flies by Caelan Stokkermans

[family-oddity]

[devils-queen]

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