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stabbing as a metaphor for penetration is great but when are we going to talk about pressing down on where someone is wounded to disarm them or just to be cruel while fighting. does nobody else care about the perverse intimacy of knowing exactly where to touch to overpower someone. the grotesque vulnerability of it. especially if you're the one who wounded them in the first place.
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if someone kissed their knuckles before punching me in the face well………………….. i shan’t say it.
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in my evil fucking lab doing whatever the fuck
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so what if I sucked his dick. his knuckles were split and bloody from defending my safety and my honour what else was I supposed to do
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“I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it — to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.”
— Haruki Murakami, from Norwegian Woods
(via lunamonchtuna)
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Vera Pavlova, A Weight on My Back (tr. Steven Seymour)
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Why develop feelings when you can walk into traffic while simultaneously being on fire and achieve the same feelings.
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They asked what I would be if I could be anything so I said “good enough”.
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This man can't be fixed. I can fuck him though. Maybe that will calm him down.
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“You took my hand and didn’t breathe a word,
The sound of what you want is all you heard
You thought I’d carry you…
You thought I’d carry you…
When you’re heavy,
When you’re heavy,
When you’re heavy,
When you’re heavy,
No we’re not animals, not just next of kin—
We are reptiles, because we shed our skin,
You thought that I needed you, because I let you in,
I love like a reptile,
Yeah, I’ll shed my skin.”
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