Notes
Hannibal Lecter isn't a man. Or rather, he's not only a man. He is shaped from the dark things, the other things, that lie in wait to take you without warning. His shadow is one that casts itself across ages– long and twisted, tangling in the thickets of human consciousness, imprinting there and leaving only fear. Sharp teeth, wet tongue, and shining eyes consume, and all of it for curiosity's sake. A rush of neofolk and gothic acoustic accompany him, just like the villains of old.
3 comments on Consume
localheroines November 27, 2017
4 years late to the party but belonging by sondra sun-odeon made me cry
⃠welivewithghosts plus January 23, 2014
may i just say that your descriptions are absolutely incredible
⃠daysandhours January 23, 2014
GOSH you are just the nicest. Thank you so much!
⃠daysandhours June 22, 2013
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