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Tag: tw gore

filmnoirsbian:

There's a saying. I don't know. What doesn't love you kills you longer. Something like that. I remember washing your hair. The skin of your back felt wombsoft. Like no one had ever touched it before me. Not even your mother. When I kissed you you said we'd never talk about it. This was a kindness. I know that now. Then, I only knew that the world was ending. And I loved you. And I wanted to eat your heart.
ALT
a monster girl bites into a human heartALT
When I took my love out to the graveyard and buried it, I didn't mean it like a funeral. I didn't mean it like death means it. Death's always so literal. Never does anything by halves. I meant it like a dog means it when he buries a bone. Like leftovers. Something to come back to later. It's just that you don't need it right now–you're too full–and you want to keep it someplace safe in the meantime. Well the meantime is where things go to die. I just didn't know that part yet.
ALT
a porcelain doll holds her own bloody heart which she has pulled out of herselfALT
The other heart-eaters–older and longer fed than I–think love is transient. A tide that ebbs and flows. It will pass, they assure me. Pats on my head. To them, I'm a forever-child. Don't know any better. Love is alive, they tell me. Love is a creature that may wander every now and then, but will always come home to you. They can say these things because they have never loved something which did not love them back.ALT
a sketch of a man kissing (or consuming) the torso of a womanALT
This is not a love story, though there is love in it. Love like bright red thread, peppered through the war tapestry. This is a story about hunger. About being fed. So maybe it is a love story.ALT

Heartless: A Valentine’s Day story / Patrycja Podkościelny – I’ll eat your heart and penetrate your soul… / Jessica Harrison – Karen / Edvard Munch – Preliminary Study for The Kiss

Posted on February 14, 2024Author adminTags tw gore, valentines day

grahamdolce:

Hesentyouhisheart

Hannibal 3.01 Antipasto | 3.02 Primavera

Posted on February 14, 2024Author adminTags hannibal, tw gore
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