slow down

My mom has told me about this video multiple times. It seems to define parenting for her. I get it now.

Weeeeee

“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

(grinning joyfully) oh thats gore. thats gore of my comfort character

clear and enthusiastic non-consent

biting the hand that feeds you is a sex act

reblog to absolutely bap prev to death with your paws

"forgor" did irreversible damage didn't it

yeag