l0v32truck4u - Tumblr blog

[l0v32truck4u]

more stuff about becoming a god being inherently dehumanizing pls

[l0v32truck4u]

[l0v32truck4u]

crane wives go crazy

[l0v32truck4u]

Mitski, "I'm Your Man" | Aesop, The Wolf and the Lamb | Susitse.art, Parasite | Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena | Konstantin Korobov, Agnus

[l0v32truck4u]

longing for the abuse again,,, how silly. it’s stupid that i miss it but i cant help myself

[l0v32truck4u]

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. - sciencedfiction // same poem as directly previous

[l0v32truck4u]

till death do us part

till the wolves devour my bones

feed me to the hounds, leave me for dead

let me mistake their aggression for desire

for then i might find an ending that doesnt feel so incomplete

[l0v32truck4u]

[l0v32truck4u]

[l0v32truck4u]

the difference between her and him,,

[l0v32truck4u]

[l0v32truck4u]

[l0v32truck4u]

“Other boys are boring and you are a burning house I want to live in.”

—

[l0v32truck4u]

running your hands underneath my clothes

your hands underneath my flesh

whether it’s you invading my body or if it’s the maggots

you loved me so much in life

you’d surely love me even more in death

[l0v32truck4u]

there were time i was afraid you’d kill me

there were times where i believed we were destined for one another

and even after the times you had snaked your hands around my throat rendering me unconscious

so sure those were my final moments— only to wake up again with those hands which were now petting my hair oh so sweetly

as we were destiny, to forces who would always end up lying in that bed together

i knew i could never comfort myself by saying ‘you loved me so you would never kill me’

for it’s because you love me that you would

[l0v32truck4u]

a god abandoned by its followers

what a hopeless thing to see

a man stumbling into the ruins of a cathedral

here to love

here to worship

he idolized it

he adored it

it hadn’t felt like this in sometime

it felt like what had been lost was finally returning

but

what was supposed to be a religion was turned into a cult

love isn’t supposed to feel this way

the way he adores is perverted and wrong

but a god without followers will slowly turn to nothing

he is all it has

but blood was never supposed to be spilt as an offering

[l0v32truck4u]

Perfect relationship:

Her slowly introducing pain into pleasure, showing me how good it can feel. Slowly conditioning me until my moans and whimpers mix, until I feel pleasure from light pain, from her hurting me. Slowly corrupting my mind until I crawl back to her after she's kicked me to the ground. At some point, getting more and more violent with me, seeing how far she can push me. Cutting my skin, punching me harder, biting me until she draws blood, clawing at my skin. Eventually going all in, chaining me down. Hurting me until I scream in pain. Torturing me just to savor my cries and whimpers. Smiling at me as she pushes my head under the water to watch me thrash and fight. Smiling at me when she sees the terror in my eyes. The fear when I realize that I'm not making it out alive. Getting more brutal and violent with each day. Permanently breaking parts of my body. Making me feel agony every day until I'm begging for release, begging for her to kill me. And she'd watch. Watch me beg, broken, begging to have my life taken. Grabbing me hard and continuing to torture me, tasing me, waterboarding me, breaking bones. Until she's getting ahead of herself, watching in pleasure as I whimper and scream, pushing a knife into me, slowly, going deeper and deeper. Looking into my eyes as she twists the Knife. Stabbing me again and again, making a hole in my chest as I bleed out. My last moments filled with agony and the last thing I see is her reach into my chest and wrapping her hand around my barely beating heart. She felt me die. She watched me die.