Synthetic Aesthetic

oh. is there a word for what it feels like, watching someone you loved dearly, even if only as a friend, watching them just… go. like not pack their bags, not leave in a huff, just slowly drift off with their more exciting people, forgetting to speak to you, forgetting your birthday, forgetting they said they loved you too. is there a word for the way the beetles come live in your bones during that. how you feel stuck, stuck like the universe is expanding just to get away from you, like this massively important person never saw anything important in you

cats b like… i have triangles for ears and i like to touch things with my teeth

stop writing songs about straight romances, and start writing songs about the macabre, the ghost that lives in your attic, empty graveyards, forgotten crypts, sacrifices to the old gods, haunted houses and homoeroticism.  

Porhaps A Tread Trough The Verdant Grove Will Clear My Thouts

Nope I Am Still A Idiot

carry me into the sunset, my cephalopod prince

@lynne-monstr

This is the best thing in my life

Great, now we gotta kinkshame the cephlapods

I’d love to see these ads redone with elder things/great old ones

Absolute shenanigans

this is the best video on this whole website

And the most feared bounty hunter in the Star Wars universe is named Big Titty Fett.