big fan of romance horror. big fan of terrible people still being loved. big fan of bending morality and turning the grotesque into something beautiful.

Honestly, sometimes you need to do manic pixie dream girl shit as a fully 29-year-old man and it's literally okay. I still buy those little perforated Valentines they make for kids to give to each other at school and keep them in my pocket to hand out to cashiers and strangers the first two weeks of February, and it does not matter at all if people think I'm annoying for doing it because I could easily kill myself instead. Take it easy, keep it sleazy.

It's time, bitch. Nobody's safe.

the thing about me is that being horizontal is my favorite hobby. i love laying down.

oh cool it's decemeber! *grieves & grieves & grieves & grieves &*

I'm not mentally ill I just have an unparalleled commitment to the bit

being an artist and not being able to learn how to do art because of mental illness and executive dysfunction makes me so su!c!dal it feels like i’m supposed to live in the ocean but don’t know how to swim and i’m drying out and dying

ok wait, reblog if you’ve cried at least once because of math, doesn’t matter which grade i’m trying to prove something