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drizzledrawings · 1 month
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I’m gnashing my teeth like a child of Cain
If this is a prison I’m willing to bite my own chain
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itty-bitty-writer · 7 months
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*on my hands and knees* i finally made a board for this bastard last night, after being my oc for a decade dkfmgkfnh
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scourgebff · 3 months
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animal
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sun-citadel · 8 months
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Break the oppressive chains that bind `round our throats, so they can hear our howls for justice.
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Negro Matapacos, folk saint of street dogs and protestors.
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this is how i disappear
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canidbrained · 1 year
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made myself a little moodboard 🌲🌙🍁
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gwnsgwen · 18 days
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(4/9/24 - God has Fangs - Gwen)
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pyrriax · 9 months
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whiskeysorrows · 11 months
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Nothing gets me better than I Bet On Losing Dogs & It Will Come Back
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0luna123 · 21 days
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WIP!!!
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lovelylambi · 6 days
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i'll be the sweetest lamb for you; most gentlest as you eat me away. flesh and bones. marrow and soul. your canine teethe sinking deeply into my flesh—severing me whole as your mouth drips with my blood. all because i want you to love me. to fill your stomach with me. to taste me and eat every last bit of me.
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carrionnewt · 4 months
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disgust pt.2
And you are ugly in the most grotesque way I can think, your grey and cold gums receding over yellowing teeth, and you are bloated in the way the skin begins to melt off a putrefied corpse. Bugs in your, under your skin, wriggling between the loose fibers of muscle and flesh. You are puppeteered by nothing good and nothing good can come of you; falsely insightful blabbering of isolated experiences, of holding a torch to the candle-dimmed living room, and you say you are special.
The only thing special about you is how you make the bile in my stomach churn and scorch my raw throat, and how you marinate in your own patheticness and claim it has made you good. You claim you have purged yourself and you ramble of Lucifer’s painting and sorrowful eyes, and you open your stringy ribcage and scream, ‘Observe me! observe my beating, pitiful heart, how it bleeds ink and ichor but I have bled for you so now I am pure and you must observe me’, and maybe you are aware of how rotten your meat is and how your desiccated heart has been skewed on the brittle branches of fallen trees that you cut and it is drenched in brine and salted in sulfur. You rob the divinity of the secluded. 
Rotten words from your torn-apart lips, fat ducts, and lipids yellow and wet, egg yolks dripping. Who even are you to deny me of my faith? of the texts scribbled over my walls and the holy books I hold close to my heart; buffering, always, never a complete stop to whatever torment. Who are you to stop the incense smoke that clings to my hair, to rip the clothes from my back and who are you to claim my brain as false and take the metal from my neck and hold it. 
You are a gnarled root. Weeded in throughout the garden of my head, of white spaces and green skies, of the love-weathered swinging bench among the flowers. You are the foulness that snakes under the curt and turns the groundwater to tar and you are the only intruder of sacred ground and sun-bathed streams. 
Until you take the athame and drive the curved blade into the core of your being, you will have sinned and you will have corrupted anything good and lovely about the things around you. 
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fullmoonraven · 1 year
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Some art from tryin to achieve an analog horror/vcr kinda look Didn’t really work, now that I’m lookin at it a few months later, but meh, still a nice art piece
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apawtheosis · 2 years
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[All he said was just to shut my mouth and do the will of God]
Inspired by the line from Thrice’s “Death From Above”
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citricsystem-moved · 2 years
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Might uhhhhh make a new system account for us idk if I’ll commit but I’m gonna do it just in case
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3.4.23
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