#god the 2nd last one

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somebodycallixii:

when you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off of knives.
HANNIBAL (CONT'D) In love, you take leave of your senses, but in hatred, you must be present to calculate your actions.
Hatred would have been easier. With hatred, i would have known what to do. Hatred is clear, metallic, one-handed, unwavering, unlike love.
I was not a lovable child, and I'd grown into a deeply unlovable adult. Draw a picture of my soul, and it'd be a scribble with fangs.
I wanted to be loved more than I wanted to be alive. For so long I thought not to be Loved is good but to be loved is to be good. All those years, convinced-- surely I must be bad, the way you keep punishing me.
Isaac did not forgive his father When they returned home he saw In the sidelong glances of his father's eyes That everything had changed Under the cold knife That kidded his skin on the mountain He knew they could never Be the same again "You were my father," He wanted to say "So why couldn't you be my father?"
I may think of you softly from time to time. But I'll cut off my hand before I ever reach for you again.

A Scribble with Fangs

(aka a Xie Wang starter kit)

Caption from Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn //Lauren Eden // Hannibal, S2E10 // “Cat’s Eye,” by Margaret Atwood // “Dark Places,” by Gillian Flynn // “Faulty,” by Leila Chatti // “And My Father’s Love Was Nothing Next to God’s Will,” by Amatullah Bourdon // “The Crucible,” by Arthur Miller //

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