…the Kraken awoken.

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
i don't do bad sauce passes

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$LAYYYTER

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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@snailmeal
…the Kraken awoken.
it really does look black in the moonlight
For those of you who are wondering how Hannibal carried Will all that way
cordell is funny because it's basically like "here's hannibal if he didn't have pretty privilege"
Hannibal (2013 - 2015) Season 01 Episode 07 “Sorbet” Directed by James Foley
“He has an unconditional need for solitude, to just be by himself, alone, like in his childhood, alone, as in his entire life, disturbed by no one else at all, in peace and tranquility, because this is the place where no one else sees him, where no one else hears him, because only here and now can he finally shut the door —”
— László Krasznahorkai, Seiobo There Below (trans. Ottilie Muzlet)
“I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break.”
— Marya Hornbacher, Wasted (via noorshirazie)
I’m a good fisherman, Jack.
Warsan Shire, “Conversations About Home” from Teaching My Mother How To Give Birth
just two gays in cuba 😌
C A N N I B A L S
Have you ever seen blood in the moonlight, Will? It appears quite black.
Hannibal “man of steel” Lecter + rough times
In a word, the places in which we live, live in us. More precisely, those places live in our bodies, instilling an eerie sense of our own embodied selves as being the sites of a spatial history that is visible and invisible, present and absent.
— Dylan Trigg, The Memory of Place: A Phenomenology of the Uncanny, 2012, p. 33, emphasis in original.