rex lapis

Hey! how make much did you make an hr on your first job and what was the job?

‘whenever i see an old man sat alone i feel sad for him i think his wife must have died :(’ that’s john kramer sketching a machine that fries heads

black with low white spotting

zero respect when people get all "oh nooooo i sure hope this post doesn't get a zillion noootes teehee, stop reblogging I can't have this be what people remember me for 🥺🤭" all coy and shit when the option to disable reblogs is right there. strangle that post in its crib to prove you're not a poser.

i am average saw city resident i toil in saw trap for 14 hours a day to afford one 15 hooker gangbang

me, visibly not okay: nothing that a fried egg over rice cant fix

1984

Someone described the modern difference as such:  Fear is knowing that a werewolf is hunting you.  Terror is when you see it and it charges at you.  Horror is realizing that your feet are stuck to the floor.

lust is

I’d like to thank the brave sniper that stopped that final comment

of course you have a full suit of armour both marking you as the romantic ideal of masculinity and obscuring your body so completely that your sex loses importance when signifying your gender and class. and pronouns

it fucking sucks how you can do all the therapy and self healing in the world and you still have to wake up living under a capitalist death cult that's killed community and crushes your soul

I'll still love fully and crawl to hope until my body gives out anyway I guess