lucky is he who lives unaware ❧

women love me for my eye bags and dead eyed stare

whatever *drinks red wine* *lies in the middle of road*

i pick at my lips with the kind of leisure a crab does with a whale carcass

*decays cutely*

tea is so good. it makes me feel so cozy and warm and relaxed. there’s a reason people offer you tea when you’re sad

in the town square throwing empaths down wells

“Before You Embark On A Journey Of Revenge, Dig Two Graves”. what a stupid fucking quote. I’m killing way more than two people idiot

im rotting its fine

Not to sound Romantic or anything, but I too have a striking fascination with the irrational, the demonic and the grotesque.

[ID: Four monochrome illustrations of two people’s hands interacting. In the first, their pinkies are linked; in the second, the person on the right is holding the left’s two hands in theirs; in the third, their hands are clasped; in the fourth, the person on the left is using two hands to raise and gently touch one of the right’s hands. The hands grow larger in each illustration, until the fourth, where both of their hands are wrinkled with age. /End ID.]

Ohhhhh my god youre feral? should we tell everyone? Should we throw a party?should we invite the mother mother frontman