living memory

fellatio sounds like a supporting shakespeare character rather than oral sex on a penis to be honest

microdosing hell by being awake and literate

it's about LOVE as a CONSCIOUS DECISION!! the point is to LOVE the THINGS and PEOPLE that are are ALREADY THERE in their BROKEN and INIMITABLE, highly INDIVIDUAL STATE versus loving the safe, unbroken IDEA of PEOPLE AND THINGS that MAY or MAY NOT have ever been REAL!! it's about the MATERIAL CONDITIONS of life in all its complexity and grief it's about CARING on PURPOSE it's about the NOW and THERE, the INTANGIBILITY of the HUMAN CONDITION, it's about EMBRACING the CONSTANT CHANGE instead of FEARING and HATING it,

(remembers) -1 hp (remembers) -1 hp (remembers) -1 hp (remember-

i feel like i’m cursed forever but other than that i’m doing alright

i’m doing really well for someone who goes through the five stages of grief every day

it's my policy to disengage from stupid internet fights but any time someone gets on my case for wearing a nun outfit for a joke video i can't help but turn into the most annoying reddit atheist alive like you TRULY believe i'm powerful enough to take down this poor religious institution by showing off my hips in a spirit halloween costume? you believe this with your whole pussy? amen brother what a beautiful world of possibility you've shown me today

nosferatu? no. tuferatu. no es mi problema.

no mi circo no mis feratus

“your friend is dead, and their corpse is inhabited by something only you can see for what it truly is" is already good horror. but "you begin to love the thing that wears their face"? the blasphemy of it. terror turning into desire. grief turning into longing. being enticed by what should repel you. it twists the knife deeper, because the horror is not based on deception anymore. the fear comes from recognizing the monster in its raw form and finding beauty there. you're not clinging to scraps of your friend, you're surrendering to something other, something wrong, and loving it. you're not holding onto a ghost of the past, it’s the monster itself that you choose

Your white boyfriend will do nothing for you. Leave him. Join my terrorist Organization

Americans be like Lord Jesus gave me the right to buy whatever I want at the store