‍ ‍𝒑oisoned ‍ ‍𝐯ine.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ come and 𝘣𝘦 with us.⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ have some 𝘧𝘶𝘯, it’s holy.

[‍ ‍𝒑oisoned ‍ ‍𝐯ine. @vineborne]

⠀
⠀
⠀  ⠀ WE TEAR OUR GODS TO BITS,
⠀  ⠀ AND EAT THE BITS WE LIKE.
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[‍ ‍𝒑oisoned ‍ ‍𝐯ine. @vineborne]

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[‍ ‍𝒋ack ‍ ‍ᵒᶠ ‍ ‍𝐡earts. @wolvesjaws]

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[۟ @godsfell]

there is a god who demands to be bled for.

[‍ ‍𝒑oisoned ‍ ‍𝐯ine. @vineborne]

⠀
»⠀apologize for. 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, as swollen hand digs for swollen heart, pink—tinged saliva spilling over bottom lip.

𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, as teeth sink in.
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[‍ ‍𝒑oisoned ‍ ‍𝐯ine. @vineborne]

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𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 .ᐣ ── loving a god is only a death sentence if the god loves you back.

somewhere, in dead sleep or in a waking dream or in a quiet suburban town in⠀»
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[ ‍‍‍ 𝕯𝑜𝑔──𝑡𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖽 ‍‍‍ 𝕽ᴬ͟ᴳ͟ᴱ. @ohfaither]

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𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥, 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺, 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳. can feel the rope around her neck, the knife sitting perfectly next to her spine, in her back. welcomes it home.

the needles, his fists, are threaded through her skin, ...
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[‍ ‍𝒑oisoned ‍ ‍𝐯ine. @vineborne]

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»⠀dead meat.

dead meat. that’s all he is. he’s not a boy anymore, and as his hands raise and come down again, van’s almost sorry. as claws tear him open from collarbones to sternum, he’s almost sorry. but love isn’t anything to⠀»
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[‍ ‍𝒇all ‍ ‍ᵒᶠ ‍ ‍𝒓ome. @fifthacts]

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[ethel cain lyric bot @mothercainbot]

I tried to be good
Am I no good?

[‍ ‍𝒑oisoned ‍ ‍𝐯ine. @vineborne]

@odetothefeast ⠀
»⠀abandon you. they can’t love you back, either. he tries again, ) lottie, please. just go.
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[‍ ‍𝒑oisoned ‍ ‍𝐯ine. @vineborne]

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then die.
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[‍ ‍ ‍ 𑁍ࠬܓ‍ ‍ℛ𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴 . @POWER0TS]

parkinglot are flirting right in front of me i can't live like this

[‍ ‍𝒑oisoned ‍ ‍𝐯ine. @vineborne]

@odetothefeast ⠀
»⠀a light. fingers clamp around their wrist as he draws a trembling breath, but he no longer knows what to do with his own body, let alone theirs. there’s a reason man isn’t meant to get his hands on the divine. statues can’t⠀»
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[‍ ‍𝒑oisoned ‍ ‍𝐯ine. @vineborne]

@odetothefeast ⠀
»⠀always been so alone; tries to tell himself it’s a good thing she doesn’t understand. it’s a good thing. she’s a good thing. so he swallows the lie, and kneels to take the ring back from the dirt. ) if that’s what you want.
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[‍ ‍𝒑oisoned ‍ ‍𝐯ine. @vineborne]

@odetothefeast ⠀
( sadness, wearing its mother’s too—big coat, tries to moonlight as anger. withering glare doesn’t last more than a second. the coat slips from his shoulders as she slips from his ribcage and he tries to tell himself he hasn’t⠀»
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