fist my bump!

1 June, 1832, Général Lamarque dies. His death sparks the June Rebellion in the following days.

good news they are sending me to space 

what is the bad news

they are sending me to die 

my music taste is immaculate. dick game huge. i am friends with rodents. i am sexy and insane and i think that's cool of me. i am gay. the only flaw is that i'm evil

Why did 4 months of this year go by in like a week

Where am I

🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️ (affectionate)

soulmatism aside, armand really looked at investigative journalist and professional shit-stirrer daniel molloy, who could already sniff out a lie blindfolded 100 miles away, who had just torn armand’s life to shreds and said ‘you know what he needs? the ability to read minds’

actually i'm not done talking about midnight mass. it's just something about the concept of 'what if divinity was corrupting'. what if you met an angel and it shed your blood for god, then its blood for you. what if divinity doesn't feel like a warm bath. what if divinity makes you cough up blood and foam at the mouth. what if god's touch make your eyes bloodshot and your organs rearrange themselves. what if you were god's favorite and even that didn't save you. or something idk

you came back wrong and i am racked with guilt because i cannot bear to see you like this and i should have let you rest. i loved you so much that i defied death itself but i do not think either of us are happy

this is what microwaving leftover pizza feels like

stop it i was trying to be gothic