#hanicore

[onlyonehee]

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[v333rbatim]

eldest daughters should be allowed to let out the most visceral, disturbing, ugly, feral noises at least once in their lives without judgement. today i am merely vocalising as a deer who is being slaughtered because being the eldest daughter is genuinely exhausting.

[elephants-are-cool]

"hey! do you like my halloween cosplay?" and there's an image of a scrawny bi kid in a blue flower print hoodie.

[v333rbatim]

Slightly Insufferable, Mostly Insane To-Do List for the Lover Girls

1. re-read bones and all (skipping the last chapter because cannibalism to represent veganism is so cliche)

2. stab at your gums until they’re all bloodied and warm

3. write in your journal how the blood on your teeth is a metaphor for yearning and desire

4. re-watch bones and all and cry over the ending

5. rewatch the ending but play strangers by ethel cain over it because you tried to be good, why are you no good

6. rant on your private twitter (or tumblr) why you need a maren to your lee because having someone consume you bones and all is the epitome of romance

7. think about your failed situationship and how no one will ever love you the way maren loves lee

8. watch the famous last words music video and cry… again… go on… it’s human

9. bang your head against the headrest on your bed and curse god because you know that nobody will ever consume you bones and all

10. you tried to be good, why are you no good

[v333rbatim]

yes yes humans are multifaceted and the dark academia aesthetic is quite problematic if you look at it from a critical perspective however… saltburn has consumed my entire being and i have been reminded of my morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs (and my obsession with well-read intellectual men)

[v333rbatim]

[v333rbatim]

why am i never the first choice? i would tear off my own flesh if you were starving. i would stain my wedding gown with blood to offer you my lungs if you so much as coughed. i would worship you every morning and say grace to you every night. don’t you get it? i would give everything for you!

[v333rbatim]

thinking about that one ethel cain ask about religion and queerness and coming to terms with the notion that it was never my queerness vs religion and that it was my queerness vs organised religion. it was my identity vs a congregation of individuals who used the guise of christianity to condemn my existence. my existence isn’t something which can be diminished by something bigger than myself otherwise i wouldn’t exist this way. idk i have more thoughts but i’ve never been good at articulating my thoughts. maybe one day i’ll talk about it more. maybe one day i’ll let myself believe again.