lasciate ogne speranza.

nothin' quite like how a dog loves

let dead dogs lie - silas denver melvin // red dog - elizabeth frink // how to be a dog - andrew kane // domestication syndrome - dhole b // no origin found // for your own good - leah horlick // pleasure - beth cavener // it will come back - hozier // i am a dog. i have blood all over my teeth. - uhode // same poem as directly previous

i don't care.

something wicked this way comes, ray bradbury

Ocean Vuong

By clayshaper.

the moon knows

"slut era", I whisper to myself, as I stare at the ceiling, paralyzed by grief and yearning.

Angela Carter, Unicorn: The Poetry of Angela Carter; from 'Unicorn'

—Aldous Huxley, from Brave New World

the personification of death being portrayed as deeply kind in fiction is something that reduces me to tears every single time

Garden of Death by Hugo Simberg is one of my favorite pieces of art for that very reason.

Life is a garden and Death is the caring gardener

Cathy Linh Che, from Go Forget your father//Friedrich Nietzsche// Richey Edwards// // Moss Angel, Girldirt Angelfog// Rainer Maria Rilke, Fragment of an Elegy,// Leila Miccolis, till death do us part.

Text ID: to devour and be devoured,

Richey Edwards

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, from Selected Prose; “The Double,”