Blah Blah, Living Nightmares

yeah the doctor said they found the source of my guilt and quiet agony deep within my core. Yeah turns out there really is something physically and fundamentally wrong with me that I've been carrying my entire life. No they said they're not gonna remove it. Said its an "elective surgery" so insurance won't cover it. Anyway how are you

In honor of Lindsey Graham not living to regret any of that shit--

no sorry i dont really use instagram, i can contact you via ouija board, spirit box, fluctuations in temperature, flickering lights, and certain rituals. i am also on tumblr.

Love a fic that presents itself as a collection of in-universe texts. Tweets describing the plot of the original text from the perspective of a layman. Essays and reports written by diegetic academics and journalists. Massively downvoted reddit posts written by conspiracy theorists that accurately predict the plot. It slaps so hard

We Are the Daughters of the Microbes Who Could Survive in an Oxygen-rich Atmosphere

stop thinking with your dick and start thinking with your pussy. ok now stop thinking with your pussy and start thinking with your dick again. meditate on the differences between them. call me back when you get it.