Miss Macabre.

Just another blink in the cosmic eye. Lover of all things gory and macabre. Putting the 'laughter' in 'manslaughter' since 1996.

[soracities]

Wisława Szymborska, from “Children of Our Age”, View with a Grain of Sand (trans. Stanisław Barańczak & Clare Cavanagh)  

[actias-lunar]

My Life Ain’t That Wild But I’m In A Constant State of Catostrophic Mental Instability So It Seems Like Everything is Fucking Wild: a novel by me

[toou]

randomly gettin a manic episode like

[zzzanzzz-deactivated20201124]

humiliation fetish but it's just someone going through my fridge and reprimanding me for all the vegetables I forgot to eat before they went bad

[bitchycode]

[animatedtext]

requested by peecockss

[ignitesthestxrs]

I like that at some point a human looked at a sheep and went ‘oh man that looks warm, I wish I was that warm’ and then stole all its hair

[beebugger]

Wig snatched

[the-original-cinnamon-roll]

Millennias of language interpretation have culminated in this

[precision-instrument]

Man, remember when we cared about our themes? I haven’t checked my theme in at least three years. Is the html broken? Has it been ripped to shreds by formatting changes? Boy I sure hope so. I want this shithole to be as inaccessible and ugly as possible

[creep-in-the-corner]

I remember the late nights I spent perfecting html for the sole purpose of my theme. Tbh that was the last time I felt motivated haha 

[unclefather]

[baileyjoseph]

Me after looking at my student loans

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“I loved you. I was a pentapod monster, but I loved you. I was despicable and brutal, and turpid, and everything, mais je t’aimais, je t’aimais.” - Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

[vacillating-bpd-queen]

[anxietyproblem]

[snarky-fangirl]

I Am Dead

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I got a job as a Satanic mechanic.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

[sappho-and-the-lesbos]

[depressedbarbie]

[the-sleepy-poet]

it’s a farce, the great actors, the great poets, the great statesmen, the great painters, the great composers, the great loves, it’s a farce, a farce, a farce, history and the recording of it, forget it, forget it. you must begin all over again. throw all that out. all of them out. you are alone with now. look at your fingernails. touch your nose. begin. the day flings itself upon you.

Charles Bukowski, this moment  (via the-sleepy-poet)