i need you so much closer

unironically, one of my favourite pieces of horror writing is victor hugo's description of an octopus

[ID: photo of a book. Some of the text has been highlighted. It says “It is a pneumatic machine that attacks you. You are dealing with a footed void. Neither claw thrusts nor tooth bites, but an unspeakable scarification. A bit is formidable, but less so than such suction. The claw is nothing compared to the sucker. The claw, that’s the beast that enters your flesh; the sucker, that’s you yourself who enters into the beast. Your muscles swell, your fibres twist, your skin bursts beneath this unworldly force, your blood spurts and frightfully mixes with the mollusks’ lymph. The beast is superimposed upon you by its thousand vile mouths; the hydra is incorporated in the man; the man is amalgamated with the hydra. The two make one. This dream is upon you. The tiger can only devour you; the octopus, what horror, breathes you in! It draws you toward itself and into itself, and, bound, stuck, powerless, you slowly feel yourself emptied out within that horrendous sack, that monster. Beyond the terror of being eaten alive is the ineffability of being drunk alive.” End ID]

He basically thought octopuses were not only meaneaters but did so by absorbing people like a big amoeba. There’s actually several more paragraphs to this where he claims they’re also more like a living vapor than a solid animal, it’s adorable

um no offense but my body’s made of crushed little stars. and i’m not afraid of anything :/

anyone else plagued by concepts and scenarios

i’m okay with fictional men becoming unhinged over the loves of their lives actually 

i failed bjorks riddle and she fucking took my teeth and ate them