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jealousweapon · 2 hours
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You are a god and I am ravenous for something holy. I'll devote my entire being to you for just a taste of your skin.
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jealousweapon · 1 day
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if my body is a temple then why isn’t there a priest inside it
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jealousweapon · 4 days
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Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Violet Dickinson written c. September 1907
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jealousweapon · 4 days
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Who's to blame / when the fruit was sweet and I knew no shame
If it was the only mean for us to meet / would you ask me not to take it again?
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jealousweapon · 4 days
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the desire to be the kicked dog may not be so much about the kicking but its significance, i.e. that i serve any necessary function to my owner no matter how cruel and cathartic, and that i am thus an indispensable treasure either in my inability to break or my ability to break and yet perpetually return at the sound of your call. in this way you may absolve yourself of the violence you commit by reimagining it not just as merciful, but as productive; if i am the kicked dog, then you create me and give me life through violence, with the act of kicking not a destruction so much as a form of birth. anyways it's fine. put the boots on
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jealousweapon · 4 days
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wound tending is everything. unparalleled intimacy. let me care for you. let me touch the skin around your open flesh. let me stain my hands with your blood. let me get close and breathe in the same air as you and stare into your eyes for a few seconds too long. let me make you think of me every time you see the bandage, or scar
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jealousweapon · 7 days
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Jessica Bartram
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jealousweapon · 9 days
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jason soles
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jealousweapon · 14 days
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Fallen star, in everything I see.
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jealousweapon · 16 days
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the fact remains that body horror is an expression of intimacy. a grotesque and perverse one, maybe, but intimate nonetheless.
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jealousweapon · 17 days
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please, please, please…
blacken my eyes, break my nose, crack my ribs, bring me to my knees, let me smile up at you with bloodied teeth as i gain my absolution
shape me as you wish, as i am meant to be
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jealousweapon · 18 days
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Winged lion chimera falin au
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jealousweapon · 18 days
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The Royal Ballet’s Frankenstein (2016), ph. Alistair Muir
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jealousweapon · 18 days
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“How they’d loved to cut themselves on each other, taste their own blood. We are ruinous together, she thinks. But how else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin?”
— Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin (via camilla-macauley)
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jealousweapon · 19 days
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◇°▪︎Mithrun▪︎°◇
(I don't know his story yet but I already LOVE him)
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jealousweapon · 20 days
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jealousweapon · 20 days
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Lamb to the slaughter
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