Dancing with Myself

He.him Gemini

[thunderpibb]

[woundthatswallows]

men covered in blood are whores

[pathologising]

they hate me for being a slut tbh and maybe also the killings too but that's unlikely

[parvyparv]

Wonder if you’re gonna check here

[nortedamn]

[pastelog]

bloody snow mood board -Pastel

[stimperfect]

★ x ★ o ★ x ★ o ★ x ★ o ★ x ★ o ★ x ★ o ★ x ★

[kufuredenmelek]

[lathraios]

✞ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴏᴏᴅʙᴏᴀʀᴅ: ᴍᴀʀɪ ✞

@langdonsdemon

[funeral-fyre]

a bird with rotten wings

[juneacademia]

I want to run away. Just completely disappear, tell nobody, and become someone entirely new. I can dress in pleated short skirts and blazers, be coy and mysterious enough that everywhere I go people are intrigued and charmed by my mere existence, only to vanish as quickly as I arrived. I want to be known yet unknown. Leave behind my past so I have enough secrets to fuel a thousand rumours about who I am. Maybe that’s good material for being lonely, but is that not how all the best people live and die?

[twirld]

Self-Portrait with Magic Scene (detail, ca.1635-7) Pieter van Laer 

[ripe]

life_yeou on ig

[realizinq]

[ripe]

life_yeou on ig

[unhappeningsuggestions]

bones bowing under you, your flesh and blood and guts spilling and spinning and squirming, your own gore relishing your agony as your form slips from itself, into a new pain, a new hell, a new torture

[unhappeningsuggestions]

dripping and dropping and dribbling goes the water, filtering into the bloody tunnels. water rushing and swishing as you complete your horrible duties. you reek of metal now, the stench of bloody murk having seeped into your bones by now. a monster reaches its terrible claw out to harm you, but you just bat it away. it knows you by now, from years of suffering. you sigh, and trudge on through the muck.