#((is this anything))

[berryinnit]

t-shirt with the words “high-functioning corpse” printed on it

[soap-is-an-artist]

california girls we're unforgivable, sins so grave they can't be absolved!

[im-out-of-the-blues]

my ancient mama

[aroace-ryland-grace]

he's their woke dog

[eldritchgirlthing]

the rapture happened but they only took pjackk

[vermivox]

“your friend is dead, and their corpse is inhabited by something only you can see for what it truly is" is already good horror. but "you begin to love the thing that wears their face"? the blasphemy of it. terror turning into desire. grief turning into longing. being enticed by what should repel you. it twists the knife deeper, because the horror is not based on deception anymore. the fear comes from recognizing the monster in its raw form and finding beauty there. you're not clinging to scraps of your friend, you're surrendering to something other, something wrong, and loving it. you're not holding onto a ghost of the past, it’s the monster itself that you choose

[teaboot]

at the combination ikea and taco bell. ordering a blåhaj blast