This stuff is too beautiful it drives me crazy…
That perfect Winter last year… ;_;
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and it was death itself who stood behind me, with his arms wrapped around me as tight as iron bands, and his lipless mouth kissing my neck as if in love. but as well as the horror, i felt a strange longing.
margaret atwood, alias grace (via antigonick)
Why I like hard bites
- pain
- bruises
- you are forced to relax and let go of the tension because if you tense up its just going to hurt more
- whimpers
- gasps
Extreme seductiveness is at the boundary of horror.
Georges Bataille (via themotherofrevelation)
Giant sheep skull that was gifted to me by one of my friends. I like their shape, still one of my favorites of the collection, although it was probably bleached and/or boiled.
and nothing was burning,
nothing but I,
Denise Levertov, from Poems: 1960 – 1967; “Caedmon,”
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if i die before i wake
make my body into steak
churchyardgrim 