#ifk

it’s actually kinda funny that my art tends to be bright and colorful but in reality I’m an avid horror enthusiast

Stupid greedy bitch why cwnt u just fucking stop

the like button is for sending your mutuals strength when they’re going through it and charging evil people’s deaths. the reblog button is for everything else. some of you seem to have forgotten this

with the media literacy crisis and no one being allowed to make ocs that arent star citizens and/or morally clean i love all my ocs being fucked up bastards. grant i love you and the way you physically can’t bear to think about your gender without starting to shake and have your vision blur and i love how angry you are at the slightest insult from your family and i love how you want to puke whenever you think of the mean things you’ve said and all the wrong things you’ve done and the way you would fuck the nearest person just to get out of your own head. will i love you and your psychotic disorder i love your disorganized speech and your inability to maintain conversation and your flat affect and the way you cling to everything you love like it’s bound to be taken away from you and i love the way you’re never at ease and always prepared to have to protect yourself and i love that you’ll jerk off until you can’t feel your fingers and have to shower to get the scent of cum and sweat off of you and i love the way you cry at anything and everything and i love the way you’re not man enough for your father. amy i love you so much and i love the way you feel like you’re not a person and i love the way you stare at girls hanging out with each other in public and wonder why you could never do that i love the way you see your mother in the mirror and want to scream and shatter the glass and hold her and beat her the way she beat you and i love the way you feel so unfulfilled in every creative aspect of your life and i love the way you can’t help but compare yourself to everyone in every way. calvin i love you more than anything and i love the way you can’t look at yourself in the mirror for too long and the way you want to bash your son’s head in when he pretends to not hear you talking to him and i love the way you never look both ways when you cross the street and i love how when you think about eva too late at night you’ll drink as much you can before puking in the sink or in the tub or in the toilet or in the trash can and i love the way you can’t stand people perceiving you because you’ll never have a stable image of yourself and i love the way that anytime you visit your parents home and the maid looks you in the eyes for too long you want to scream and puke and bash your head into the nearest wall. eva i love you so much and i love the way that you would defend calvin no matter what because eventually he’ll start being affectionate with you and i love the way you’ll have sex with the nearest stranger to forget what’s waiting for you at home and i love the way you neglected alfie whenever calvin split on you to go to bars and get so drunk you couldn’t walk straight and i love the way you would be so petty with calvin after long enough and throw away his favourite mugs and books and colognes and i love the way you see your father in your husband and believe that you could save him this time and i love the way you would sit and cry for so long you’d get such bad headaches that you could only cry more. alfie i love you so much and i love your fucked fight or flight response and i love the way you’ll never tell anyone if something’s wrong and i love the way you hate your dad so bad you want to push him into a meat grinder and i love the way you love your dad so much that you just want him to hold you and the way you can’t think about your parents relationship for too long without wanting to wish you were never born just so that it never would’ve happened and i love the way you have to be the best at everything you do because anything less is utterly worthless and i love the way you wanna fuck your best friend so bad and jerk off smelling the clothes he leaves at your house and i love the way you’ll never be a whole person. i love the fucked up prople in my head more than life itself