Sabrina

follow for some more sick text posts that I reblogged from someone else

The earthy smell of rain is one of the most divine scents I’ve ever beheld.

i have a box of bacteria that produce that scent and i sniff it whenever i need to feel something real

is this a personal box of bacteria?

hello male writer. before you is a typewriter. you have one day to write a novella with a woman as the protagonist without describing her breasts. the timer begins now

Her ass was like a peach, and brother I’m in her pit.

well. that one’s on me

my luminous mama

Victor Frankenstein after achieving the impossible and building a fucking person from scraps of the dead: Oh god, ew, ew it's ugly! Yucky! Yucky! Gross! Ew! Ew! Yucky! Yucky! Gross! Ew!

And also the indestructibility of that woman's ankles

it goes without saying that i will be using the word angrypenny as if it was part of the common vernacular instead of a term that my dreaming brain conjured up i.e. "he's all about the angrypennies" (derogatory way to refer to a guy who searches for reasons to be angry and possibly lacks introspection)

Those sick fucks at Ocean Spray will mix anything with a cranberry

come back to me most perfect of comics

personally my first guess as to how joker got his scars would be from smiling too big. but maybe that's my dreamer's heart