"you learn all the wrong things about love
so you don’t question it when it wants
your heart in its mouth, your skin under its nails
it shows you it’s hungry and calls it desire,
says you want this, too; you want to be
swallowed whole, and that’s what I’m here for
here are the teeth, here is the tongue, here it is:
the dark place where you thought love’s heart
would be. you are all alone."  - more about monsters, w.k. (via bombsinyourbones)

We are survivors.



Imagine Hannibal Lector going down a slide and not once breaking eye contact w/ you. 

I’m picturing a spiral slide, so he has to whip his head dramatically to keep eye contact



My dog destroys things then acts like he doesn’t even see it







The way I remember it,
there was a fountain in your mouth
and I was promised eternity but
maybe I didn’t drink deep enough

I believe, even now
that I came from you
or you from me
and some jealous god
split us in twain
so we would die alone

heaven knows you stopped listening
to what I have to say, but
I would still take a rib from my chest
and plant it in the ground
on the chance you might grow from it
and love me again

"  - myth, wesley king (via bombsinyourbones)