I'm the Ghost with the Most, Babe.

this blog is actually me dissecting my own corpse in an anatomical theater and you are all standing up on the rows looking down at me cheering and booing 

fuck, marry, kill: the wound that won’t heal, the past you can’t undo, the ghost that keeps returning

merry yaoimas and happy new yuri

people love my tortured aura, devoid gaze and prey animal temperament

my friends jerk off to more avant-garde concepts than your friends do

do my dark circles and deteriorating health make me look hot

how is a little freak like me supposed to make it in this world

I'm going to *remembers suicide is often not a desire for death itself but rather an attempt to radically change one's life because the current state of being has become unbearable but the person can't think of any way to change it other than death* kill myself

everything’s wrong with me. unless someone else is saying “what the hell is wrong with you?” then there is nothing wrong with me and i am god’s favorite little lamb or something

GIRL you are KILLING IT! GIRL i don’t think it’s MOVING ANYMORE. GIRL you can STOP BITING

body goals: rotting in the ground

body goals: bleeding out in a forest

hey, does anyone want to lock antlers and drown together in a cold lake? it has to be weird.

babygirl i can disappoint u in ways u haven't even considered yet

Your rat face and complete lack of ass have bewitched me body and soul.