caïn

preacher’s son

[blamecynthia]

THIS IS FRYING MEEE “yeah he met virgil (awesome, sexy, totally obsessed with) and his boyfriend i think his name was whore ass?”

[jadedfadedalmostgone]

[shzhnn]

wrote this inspired by that painting by Jules Lefebvre « La mort de Priam »

[aangelicimp]

the process of actually butchering someone is so underrated. Once theyre dead, hanging them up to bleed out, peeling away layers of skin to expose the edible flesh underneath. Putting so much work into them after they’ve already passed, using every part and wasting nothing. Its a love letter to who they used to be as a person and what they’ll be now, a meal.

[jadedfadedalmostgone]

[tommyriddlez]

would you kindly lick this blood off my knife

[eraserheadvhs]

alab - assigned librarian at birth

[play-now-my-lord]

*trying to flirt with a guy* I dig your look. I'd love to see you tied to a tree and made to bear the wounds of St. Sebastian. Completely obliterated from every angle *remembers the social contract and gets nervous* Like, the jacket for example, where'd you get that

[greelin]

blood “loss”? well it’s not lost. i know exactly where it went. right over there.

[shzhnn]

came back to randomly post my poetry to be honest

[shzhnn]

I wish I could cut my head and show y'all how the inside of my brain looks like for cultural and poetic purposes

[mishkakagehishka]

Boytoy but like he's a boy whom i toy with by cutting him open and studying him like a biology dissection project

[shzhnn]

journal de poésie or smth

[shzhnn]

[radicalgraff]

"May the rotting flesh of kings feed the earth"

Anti-monarchist graffiti seen in Portland, Oregon

[pretty-ichor]

exquisite corpse

[corneliushickey]

“The knife parted skin and muscle, skated over breastbone. When it reached the hollow of the ribs it sank deep into the body. There was no resistance, no indication of agony; Birdy lay motionless in his restraints and let me open him up like a Christmas parcel. As my hand brushed his erection aside, I felt the blade grate against his pubic bone. For a long moment his torso remained intact, bisected from throat to crotch by a narrow red ribbon. Then his wound blossomed open and his contents spilled forth, a cornucopia of rare fluids and stinking scarlet treasures … A sepulchre of disease.”

— Andrew Compton and Birdy in Exquisite Corpse by Poppy Z. Brite