cursed-son

[cursed-son]

scraping out against the underside of your skin, the bones of your empty ribcage. nothing forcing itself in and out of something that doesn't exist

[cursed-son]

Eat the heart of your god and find it tastes different than you imagined. The people you make up in your head never taste the same as the real ones but that doesn't stop you from consuming.

[cursed-son]

Death of a Gladiator (details), 1773, by Jean Simon Berthélemy (French, 1743-1811)

[cursed-son]

Your ancestors would find you incomprehensible and your descendants will despise your grave.

this is by far the best compliment ive ever received

[cursed-son]

my anger is not beautiful. it is cold and biting, bitter, all teeth. a wounded dog. i am desperate. thats enough to make me something close to deadly

[cursed-son]

[cursed-son]

whatever *unleashes all the animalistic rage trapped inside me*

[cursed-son]

only describe me like this

[cursed-son]

you feel it, don’t you? the blinding rage, the lust for revenge. why do you deny your own nature? it calls to you, I know it does. your name sounds especially haunting on the tongue of obliteration.

[cursed-son]

now it’s my turn to take everything from you (your turn to crawl into the pitch inside of me)

[cursed-son]

[cursed-son]

"Who hasn't asked himself, am I a monster or is this what it means to be human?"

Clarice Lispector — The Hour of the Star

[cursed-son]

“I am a prophet of decay and a pioneer of chaos, because only from chaos does something new emerge.”

— Miroslav Tichý (via pavellaning)

[cursed-son]

[cursed-son]

you’re numb. you know why. you shouldn’t be doing this. you’re numb. you’re numb. you’re numb.

[cursed-son]

god made me bisexual as a gift to all of you, so maybe you should start acting a little more thankful

[cursed-son]

cM| : SICKY August Gonet by Hadar Pitchon with styling from McLayne Ycmat x Sicky Magazine (Summer 2016)