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hamoodmood · 5 months
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In another universe I was happy
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inkly-heart · 5 months
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bloodybunni · 7 months
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asleep-kat · 7 months
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It's either them not wanting a repeat of sun wukong or "fuck it, we ball"
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living-dead-girl515 · 7 months
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And sometimes it hits me, how deeply you cut me. The things you stole from me. The behaviors you left in me. I hate what you created, I hate what you did to me.
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composer-clover · 2 months
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i am grieving my upcoming illusory death
counting down the days to my living funeral
where i will be as good as dead in your eyes
while i just stand here
tears, no doubt, streaming down my face
and you ignore me like a ghost
not fully dead, but in my own hellish purgatory
for not doing as you say
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fuckingwhateverdude · 1 month
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3.25.24
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inklessletter · 10 months
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The bloody handed.
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Thank you, thank you for trusting the process. This was the original idea, but I thought I would post two versions, because the other one looks great, too.
I'm rating this one mature becuse I don't know if blood can be a trigger for some people.
I'm stuck on the concept of Eddie dreaming, years later, and he's there.
He doesn't want to be, but he is. He's there, lying on the ground, vulnerable and exposed, and he's nothing but flesh. A meal. And he's not even dead, yet he can already hear him in his head. He's already claiming him, and he doesn't want it. He would rather be dead.
And he tries to avoid it, muscle memory, self protection, and he braces himself. He covers his wounds the best he can, how he couldn't do years back, and he feels the warmth, liquid obscure rubies leaking through his fingers. He gasps for air, his body reacts, and he's in his bed.
That demonic voice is replaced by Steve's shushing, calming, raspy voice. And he's not being eaten, but his brain hasn't processed it yet. He's shaking, and in Steve's arms. He's not there, he says. He's safe, he says.
"I am not there", Eddie repeats, like a prayer. "I am safe."
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metamatronic · 1 year
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Bertrum joins(?) the crew! | pt. 1 / pt. 3
The others got spacious rooms to be imprisoned in. Bertrum got trapped in a very crude facsimile of his own face.
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inkdemon-whore · 1 year
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Does ink demon like sleeping?
Favorite: "Mmm, he does look tiered a lot of the time, huh? Well, when you can see his eyes... For a long time, I didn't think he could sleep! He's always doing stuff. I asked him a few times if he wanted to take a nap with me. He'd always say 'no'.... But, there was this one time... he said 'yes'... And..."
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Favorite: "... Oh! Um! No, he doesn't like sleeping a whole lot... He didn't want to talk about it after that..."
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meanwhilepoetry · 11 months
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Someone I loved deeply once told me that the absolute refusal to ask for help even when you're in agony is rooted in trauma and we have been conditioned to look at it as strength.
Nikita Gill
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“Anyone else feel like their backstory is so traumatizing that they should have developed superpowers and/ or become a superhero/villain by now?”
- S. C. C.
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apnifavoritehun · 3 months
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Log pyar mai pagal hoty hain, mai parh parh kar pagal ho jaungi.
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cassemiah · 10 months
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How do I explain to you
that your idea of heaven
Is the closest I've ever come
to understanding hell?
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vilebird · 13 days
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BOTH TOO MUCH AND NOT ENOUGH
1) "I have been found wanting, Natalie thought; I have made myself unacceptable and am not worthy." - hangsaman, by shirley jackson
2) text: "meat must be beaten brutal into tenderness, that any body softens with violence, she grinds salt into the carcass, like a wound, a memory". image: a carcass of beef, cleaned, with the ribs on prominent display, painted in oils and rendered in thick strokes of red, orange, tan and white, on a plain dark red background. the text is cutouts on top, dark red text on light tan. - Family Portrait as Unfinished Meal, by Torrin A. Greathouse and Le Bœuf by Chaim Soutine. collage put together by @invisiblemonstrosity
3) a pale hand crushing ripe red strawberries, green leaves still attached, on a plain white background. - apparently by ouiloved on flickr, but they seem to have deleted.
4) bust photo of a tan person with a spotlight on them outside in the dark, head turned down, shoulder length messy wet black hair obscuring their face. their hand is raised to their chest and they are wearing a white tank top. fake blood is splattered and wiped around their chest and mouth. - i can't actually find this one all my attempts lead back to unsourced tumblr posts if you know where its from. help me
5: "You have no one who has any sort of consideration for you. You have had patience and endurance, and what have they done for you? Half-killed you." - carlyle’s house and other sketches, by virginia woolf
6: "try your whole life to be righteous and be good, wind up on your own floor, choking on blood" - sept 15th 1983, by the mountain goats
7: "such a waste of a girl, such rumination. i am obsessive. i contain nothing but the replay. i am blood and blood and replay. i am please don't go." - i put the coffin out to sea, by lisa marie basile
8: an image of a partially bald baby bird begging for food, drawn in the desaturated greens and black of a trailcam, on top, the text reads "i am asking you for something i need", on bottom, the text reads "why is it so hard to give it to me?" - trailcam baby, by @quezify
9: "was i raised without love? / or was i born unloveable?" - @psychwarded
10: "I, in my corner, with my monstrous needs." - As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh, susan sontag
11: "oh, i know that i'm not whole, and sometimes feel the flies swarming, like much of me is rotten." - roadkill ode, chad abushanab
12: a photo of a cut tree where much of the centre is rotted from fungus, accompanied by the text: "heart rot in pine. heart rot is the softening of a pine trees resinous heartwood, caused by an in-dwelling fungus. not all pines have it, but those that do make the excavation of a tree-hole next cavity easier for the red-cockaded woodpecker."
13: "rot made a home inside my body." - i know it's from "bloat" but cant find the authors name again. i think it starts with a c?
14: photo of an abandoned house in shades of brown and beige and orange, the walls are wet and scuffed and the drywall has been torn open in places, exposing the old lath. - abandoned, by @jaggedplains
15: photo of a mouldy strawberry, fading from bright red to grey-green fluff - Strawberry Gray Mold disease stock photo, by MediaProduction on gettyimages
16: "you ever feel like you were born with something rotten inside you and if people get close enough they're gonna find out" - tumblr post by @twoheadedfawnn
17: "we are meat, we are potential carcasses,' he once said. 'if i go into a butcher's shop i always think it is surprising that i wasn't there instead of the animal." - francis bacon
18: "you dangle on the leash of your own longing; your need grows teeth." - speeches for dr frankenstein, by margaret atwood
19: photo of a python hanging off a roof coiled around a black and white bird, poised to eat it - i heard some noise on the roof this morning, by candycane7 on reddit
20: "all that matters is that you want to hurt me. all that matters is that you want me." - when rome falls, by yves olade
21: "god told me i was forgiven and then he split me open" - god is made of hunger and i am made of dreams, by katie maria
22: "but this is not about love. once a pig is hung and cut straight, cut from rectum to neck, step inside her death like it is a room: that is how to touch her now. the lord said, you must not eat their meat or touch their carcasses. then came the end of the rib." - oh let's just be hogs, by gregory emilio
23: photo of a strawberry cut in half with its leaves attached. it is bright red, steel knife wet. the background is bright white and plain. - cut strawberry by liz west on flickr
24: photo of a handmade cloth sculpture of a dead autopsied pigeon, red zipper like an incision opening to its empty red interior, small cloth and thread organs arranged around it. - pandora: city pigeon, by jessica bartram
25: '"u need a therapist" actually i need to be euthanized' - tumblr post by deactivated user @122mg
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anouchan-jpg · 7 months
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