dog ore, 200 lb, unprocessed

The worst part of having bad memory is that once you get through the worst of the grieving process after losing somebody they slowly disappear from your brain until you can barely remember what they were like at all

Imagine a bladeless knife with no handle. Now put the handle back. Now put the blade back. Yaaaay! everything okay! Yaaaaaaay!

In my early-twenties I was addicted to photoshopping my nudes into Hieronymus Bosch paintings, though there came a point when the cohesiveness of the end products began to offend me

beautiful women make me feel like. idk., a startled horse

hi ladies. sorry for giving a sprightly little kick in the air as i ran away earlier when you tried to approach me. I was just overwhelmed

can’t even criticize the diet industry or the recent wave in misogyny and return of thinspo with the rise of ozempic as a weight loss drug without everyone having this knee jerk reaction to defend “women’s rights” to be malnourished and conform to white patriarchal beauty standards in the name of feminism. god forbid we not encourage eating disorders and unhealthy body image in women. choice feminism is a disease and everyone is licking the rats it’s driving me crazy

every day i discover a horrifying new jerma edit

If you want your own mugs you can go buy them >:(

Because death is the ultimate killfuck

dude this is the wildest thing anyone has ever added to one of my posts. what the fuck are you trying to say here