There is nothing you can do about it. It's either part of you, or it's not. And if you can't come to terms with that, it's going to eat you alive.
Channel Zero: Butcher's Block for @pscentral event 27: scenery
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
sheepfilms
YOU ARE THE REASON
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

No title available
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

⁂

JVL

@theartofmadeline

Product Placement
styofa doing anything
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Kaledo Art
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Cosmic Funnies

Kiana Khansmith
almost home
KIROKAZE
Game of Thrones Daily

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from India

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Malaysia

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Netherlands

seen from Germany
seen from Spain
seen from United States

seen from Germany

seen from Puerto Rico

seen from Malaysia
@josephinepineconey
There is nothing you can do about it. It's either part of you, or it's not. And if you can't come to terms with that, it's going to eat you alive.
Channel Zero: Butcher's Block for @pscentral event 27: scenery
“You were so afraid of losing your mind that you just gave it away” is one of the best lines in a series don’t @ me
HOUSE THAT EATS AND PLEADS AND KILLS.
Channel Zero | S2:EP.06
new wet specimen.
found his body in the parking lot and couldn’t bear to think about him getting thrown in the trash
blessed be thy faggotry
wear thy cvnty as a crown
Take The Last Train To Deadsville: I have a tendency to relate all mundane experience back to books, movies, comics, and television series. If you travel around the holidays -- particularly by rail -- then you can surely relate to the Season Two episode "The Last Car" from "Tales From The Darkside," one of my favorite shows growing up. I don't travel well -- I don't like the loss of control over my environment -- and this installment about a young college girl traveling home via the most unsettlingly dilapidated train depot on human record is a perfect manifestation of that dread. The state of being in an enclosed space with strange (and potentially threatening) strangers, the sense of temporal dislocation, the fear that you've somehow lost your way and will never find it again -- it's all perfectly realized here. There isn't even a conventional monster or villain outside of the Spectre of Death itself, and there doesn't need to be. The heroine's all-consuming existential horror as she can only succumb to her fate is enough.
left my apartment today and was blessed with geese
the red death held sway over all
mask for mask?
okay but hear me out 🫦
Slaughter High (1986) dir. Mark Ezra, George Dugdale, Peter Mackenzie Litten
HAPPY APRIL FOOL'S (1986) DAY!!!
Muffy to me you will always be that girl
My fuckass maga dad 🫣. Feigns concern by asking about my broken arm then throws this joke in there just to prove he’ll never change his ways. And he wonders why I’m little to no contact.