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”why don’t we just get rid of his body? throw away the axe, bury the body somewhere or toss it in the lake, and no one knows a thing”

”maybe there will be redneck cannibals, those are my favorite type of horror movies”

lwk wrong turn >>

”perhaps, it occurred to him then, he really had fucked a human carcass. perhaps it had somehow impregnated him. perhaps he was now, somehow, giving birth to its baby”

another push—“was that a contraction?” LMAOO

”i fall back into reality. into the aftermath. into the overdose”

”you’re my drug, blair. the only thing that’s ever had me so fucking addicted. be a good little hit—give me the fucking high i’ve been chasing”

”i would prefer you grow up to be more like me. able to accept what we are. to inhabit it fully. we do not need fine things. we do not need respectability. we can take joy in the darkness, in the blood, in the death and resurrection of our bodies day after day”

”fortunata fit herself around me and sank her teeth into my neck. she held me around the waist. compared to gorgeous, she was greedy, sucking blood from me faster than my unnatural heart could pump it”

”she drives her teeth into his neck. the blood wells up, thick and hot and perfect, and she drinks greedily. tears at his flesh, widens the tear. chews tendon and muscle and arterial wall”

”we’re not going to eat her. we’re going to fuck her. mate her. breed her”

i am🤰🏻

”dead things of the past that don’t want to admit their time is over. they want to stay, to stay powerful, to keep feeding their hunger. vampire, ghoul, zombie… they’re just dead upper-class monsters who won’t leave us alone”

”maybe we just accept what’s going to happen to us and try to make sure as few other people as possible get hurt. sometimes you’re in the path of something bigger than you, and all you can do is accept it and try to minimize the damage”

”the killing is blissful. the eating is glory. i could lose myself in the ecstasy of bloodlust so easily”

”here’s the reality: when you are joined with someone for over a decade of life, and when that decade has been a good decade—a litany of loving moments, shared compassion and consistent, unflagging support—you build a level of trust, a balustrade of understanding, of love. of forgiveness”

”there are no discovered treasure for those who do not seek them out”

“so coffee, then shit, then… what? then you go write that book, you filthy cunt. or i’ll cut out your heart”

”beneath the celestial glare of the full, fat moon, and with soft snow whirling dreamlike before her eyes, beth swung the axe one last time”

”as jack’s chest split open, revealing the grinning face of maggie wall, beth scrambled from the bathroom, feet skidding in the blood. from behind the closed door, she heard maggie hiss, ‘where’s…my…baby?’

“as maggie faded, she heard something over the sounds of torn flesh and cracked bones. she thought it was a baby crying. she smiled. ‘a curse,’ she whispered, and then maggie wall was no more”

”her beauty was just as radiant in death as it was in life”

right after he just stabbed her with a dagger and made her bleed to death 🗡️