Mar 28
(trying to reassure myself) i will be happy if i see a wojack which perfectly describes me because it means i've succeeded at being recognizable as anything at all
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(trying to reassure myself) i will be happy if i see a wojack which perfectly describes me because it means i've succeeded at being recognizable as anything at all
can we make some noise for fuck his chest wound friday
made by baitmeat on tumblr. inspired by various things. this quiz may contain triggering content.
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY. IS IT ORIGINAL SIN? IS IT INSTINCT? IS IT WRONG?
mrs. dahmer - sierra demulder / the coffin of andy and leyley - nemlei / breaking things into pieces - kikuo / homestuck - andrew hussie / organ meats - k-ming chang / close and open, demons and the dead - hachi / kitanai kimi ga ichiban kawaii - hanasaki manio / the longest game of pretend - gray folie / strange bird - spacerockband / sula - toni morrison / we have always lived in the castle - shirley jackson
life is when you are playing slither.io and a big snake starts circling around you so you are almost trapped (and there is the possibility that maybe the big snake gets overzealous and you can catch them by the head and become king) but for now you have to keep circling tighter and tighter inside the other snake circling tighter and tighter. the remains of other victims lie in that pit and you can eat them to nourish yourself in the meantime, as if it would help you. slither.io is a game which reinforces how all you can do sometimes is be hungry
sorry you had to find out this way, but i like to pull out loose threads and run them along the roof of my mouth, more delicate than a tongue, so i wince and arch at every scraped nerve. feeling the fibers soften and unravel from themselves like DNA strands. fabric damper and damper, within and around itself. until it's too shredded and flimsy to excite me anymore. and my gums are raw and bloody. i worry i can feel the roots of my teeth. and i spit into a cup which crusts with froth. and i piss onto a mass of stolen paper towels. and i rut and smear my scent onto a matted blanket. and i tie knots on ugly knots of loose, loose thread.