secretelaborateplan:

On the third day, he took me to the river,
He showed me the roses and we kissed.
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word,
As he stood above me with a rock in his fist.

On the last day, I took her where the wild roses grow,
She laid on the bank, the wind light as a thief.
As I kissed her goodbye, I said, “All beauty must die”,
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth.

throwbacksongs:

Eminem - My Salsa

angieinhalloweenland:

The Horror of Our Love || Ludo

I’m a killer
Cold and wrathful
Silent sleeper
I’ve been inside your bedroom
I’ve murdered half the town
Left you love notes on their headstones
I’ll fill the graveyards
Until I have you

Moonlight walking
I smell your softness
Carnivorous and lusting
To track you down among the pines
I want you stuffed into my mouth
Hold you down and tear you open
Live inside you
Oh, love I’d never hurt you

But I’ll grind against your bones
Until our marrows mix
I will eat you slowly
Ohhhhh
The horror of our love
Never so much blood pulled through my veins
Ohhhhh
The horror of our love
Never so much blood

nintendofr34k:

Can we just

any-color-u-like:

gokuma:

space-bridge-to-nowhere:

*rolls on the floor laughing*

OH GODDDDD XDDD

I have to reblog this everytime I see it

haliameguid:

So I got access to my good mic way sooner than I thought I would. Whoops. So in light of that, I’ve re-recorded “Waltz for Lecter,” the track I posted earlier inspired by NBC’s Hannibal - only this one is a LOT more improved in quality, so I suggest you listen to this one instead. A download link will be provided shortly too. :) Enjoy!! xx

WALTZ FOR LECTER (CLEAN VERSION, inspired by “Hannibal”)

please come in.
i won’t bite,
simply whet my appetite
with whatever foods you may bring
from the dark winter garden of night.

what’s that smell?
is it fever?
spreading deeper? butter-hot, red as the
flame-drips that bred the black
sin in the hearts of believers.

you’ll find my crown on the head of a creature
and my name on the lips of the dead
i am speaking of dread and hunger
do you know hunger?
precisely.
it needs to be fed.

please begin.
i won’t interrupt.
drink wine from my cup and eat from my table.
perhaps you are able
to stomach what once was corrupt.

it has a taste:
misbehavior.
no saviors here, just fare to be swallowed,
bones to be hollowed;
for rudeness yields exquisite flavors.

you’ll find my crown on the head of a creature
and my name on the lips of the dead
i am speaking of dread and hunger
do you know hunger?
precisely.
it needs to be fed.

(bridge, variation on the ‘hannibal’ theme)

you’ll find my crown on the head of a creature
and my name on the lips of the dead
i am speaking of dread and hunger
do you know hunger?
precisely.
it needs to be fed.

theworldhereinmymind:

Susumu Hirasawa - The girl in Byakkoya

livefromearth:

Mr Little Jeans - Oh Sailor

“Cold nights, strange dreams. Memories stuck like glue.”

phoenixwrong:

Pokemon Johto Theme (Movie Version)