Cut You Like A Knife

Vent/Horny/aesthetic inspo sideblog. 18+ Only.

[petaltexturedskies]

Thomas Hardy, The Return of the Native

[homericwinter]

hymn to eros

[derangedrhythms]

As Sokrates tells it, your story begins the moment Eros enters you. That incursion is the biggest risk of your life. How you handle it is an index of the quality, wisdom and decorum of the things inside you. As you handle it you come into contact with what is inside you, in a sudden and startling way. You perceive what you are, what you lack, what you could be. What is this mode of perception, so different from ordinary perception that it is well described as madness? How is it that when you fall in love you feel as if suddenly you are seeing the world as it really is? A mood of knowledge floats out over your life. You seem to know what is real and what is not. Something is lifting you toward an understanding so complete and clear it makes you jubilant. This mood is no delusion, in Sokrates’ belief. It is a glance down into time, at realities you once knew, as staggeringly beautiful as the glance of your beloved. 

Anne Carson, from ‘Eros the Bittersweet: An Essay’

[lifeinpoetry]

“What are we made of but hunger and rage?”

— Anne Carson,  “To Compostela,” The Anthropology of Water, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry

[future-crab]

The key to writing good fanfiction is to harbor a deeply humiliating desire, and the trick there is that even pretty basic and societally-accepted desires like “being held” and “being wanted” CAN and WILL be humiliating if they’re intense enough. Become so estranged from human connection that the idea of someone playing with your hair fills you with yearning so deep you feel like you’re going to throw up and you will write some banger fanfiction. It might have some other consequences too but idrk about that.

[gutsandeverythingg]

Who are you and why do i follow you

do i really have to do this every time. you are a mindless ghoul. i own you. you dig my endless pit. BACK TO WORK

[and-my-sword]

i am thinking about being a lady in court who keeps eyeing one of the knights, smiling at him softly when we pass each other in the hall, looking at his fingers fidget with the small bead on the pommel of his sword when i think he's not looking. knowing that it would be dangerous to talk to him; im sure i would fall terribly and deeply in love with him. but i keep looking for him in the crowds... gasping and cheering for him in tourneys... watching from a high window as he trains in the yard, his hair wet and his skin shiny.

and sometimes i think he must notice me as well. i see him pause in doorways, i see him strolling in the garden when i do. i dropped my shawl once, and i saw from the corner of my eye that he pressed his face deeply into it before bringing it to me without a word.

i dream of him sometimes. i see visions of him shedding his heavy gauntlets and dimpling my thighs with his warm hands, of him leaned over me, kissing at my ankle rested on his shoulder. i wake up haunted by the warmth of his mouth, the tenderness of his thrusts, the kindness of his embrace.

(structuring this so it can be reblogged without the explicit part, cont. in reblogs)

[snuffedstuffiepups]

how do you tell a girl you wanna burrow through her ribcage and curl around her heart and fall asleep in the bliss of its rhythmic beating against your body surrounded by her warmth and never ever leave without sounding obsessive and weird and clingy?

[beguines]

People sometimes say that God becomes clearer in moments of suffering, but this is not necessarily true. What becomes clear is one's longing for God. Everything is stripped away, and very little else seems to matter.

Miroslav Volf and Christian Wiman, Glimmerings: Letters on Faith Between a Poet and a Theologian

[mournfulroses]

Olivia Tapiero, from her book titled "Nothing At All," originally published in January 2026

[ptr-sqloint]

no great deed is commemorated here

[1980vibes]

PLOT TWIST: you are your crush’s crush.

[chillyfemme]

nonchalance turns me off so badly. give me obsession on the brink of depravity or give me nothing

[angelboyliveson]

Sex with a guy who’s pathetically obsessed with you but trying to act nonchalant since it’s just a “casual” hookup. But there’s nothing casual about his hands that are a little too shakey, gripping your flesh with a little too much devotion. There’s nothing casual about the way he says your name like a devout preacher.

He’ll cum too quickly and get all embarrassed about it, I mean after all he just wants to impress you.

[weepingwidar]

Rebecca Storm (Canadian, 1987) - Perfect Strangers (2025)

[contemptible-scoundrel]

buy her a damp cardboard box... and fuck her in it!!! #BROKEROMANTIC

[coffinvows]

sire admiring his progeny