imagining till repeating 'cheer up' to ivan's corpse...not even being able to stay there for long due to the alien's favoritism for ivan even in death, so he only gets a few more minutes with ivan's body.. and...it's never enough, there has never been enough time. not for him, not for mizi, not sua, nor ivan.
luka can go fuck himself by the way.
god isn't real, the aliens made damn sure they knew that at least.
the constant need to consume orv that flows through my veins but the sense of dread that fills me at completing it so i keep starting over at the beginning in hopes it gives me a little more time...
I wish to tear apart your skin, to mold the supple flesh beneath my fingertips. I wish to hear the crisp snap of bones. l would dig into you like my last meal, depraved and starved. Craft you into soup, ingest you, eternalize our love.
But that is frowned upon, so instead I will splay my hand across your chest to feel your heart beat. Pretend I don't imagine rivulets of blood seeping through my fingers as I grasp your heart in my hands. I will lay myself to sleep against your neck, teeth bared and ready to feast. I am but a beast and you my prey.
i was starstruck, captured in the light you produced. not knowing that the red tint was not love, but blood. victims across your galaxy painted as constellations. a memoir of lives you stole in the name of love. fragments scattered, the sky a graveyard and i the unseeing. cries echo and lace themselves in blackholes in hopes to preserve themselves over time. cosmic wonders peruse in hopes to escape depravity, but they are starved.
Hey, hope you're doing okay? What inspired you to start writing?
hi !! omg my first anon i'm so (๑>◡<๑)
i am doing okay! i hope you are as well, thank uu <3
ummm i really enjoyed writing poetry, prose, and short concepts but i only share them with a select group of people!
BUT ! i really wanted to foster a tumblr acc to find people similar to me + be open about some of my more like indulgent thoughts & i thought the best way to so was try my hand at imagines and head-canons aha ^.^
the concept of being taken care of makes me feel so dizzy... like clothes being picked out, making sure you're okay...soft reassuring touches and kisses, "text me when you get home safe" AAAAA >.< non sexual intimacy? sign me up!