*i spin the wheel to the right so hard i dislocate both my arms*

i'm literally the priest's favorite sacrificial lamb because i am so docile and sweet and i hold very still when they put the rope around my neck and i trot along so happily while they lead me to the altar and they do not even have to tie me down because i lie so very still and only bleat once or twice in my lovely lamb voice and when the knife comes down it cuts through me like butter and i offer no resistance and i bleed so prettily all over my new white wool and my guts all unspool like the most beautiful shining yarn and my eyes are animal and dumb and hold no accusation and every time i die i come right back as another little lamb because the priest loves me so so much and he always chooses me for the sacrifice every time and he always places one hand on my small and twitching nose to calm me while he lifts the knife and he doesn't do it for the other lambs only me because i'm his favorite

cruelty is so easy. youre not special for choosing it

The fact that there's an actually functional website for the library of Babel is one of those things that fucks me up more and more the more I think about the implications.

Shapeshifter who gets horribly grotesque and mutilated when flustered

I’m going

I’m going to get eight boxes of hair dye. I’m going to shed five dress sizes I’m going to cut everything in my wardrobe in half with safety scissors. I’m going to crack. I’m going to the supermarket. I’m going to turn myself inside out I’m going to scrub scrub scrub I’m going to hang myself out to cure. I’m going. I’m going out into the rain I’m going to find the bedpost that’s creaking I’m going to drive it through the aperture of my eye. Somebody used all my eggs but one and I let the last one sit until it went bad. I’m going to make something of myself I’m going to lie here and masturbate until I forget my own name. I’m going to lie to your face. I am going to face you with the betrayal already in my back pocket and I am going to savour the kiss even though we both know I don’t deserve it even though we both know I am stealing.

where ARE we going, mr goats?

john darnielle was so real for writing over 500 songs where he just played the same four chords and put people into new and unusual fucked up relationship dynamics 

so uh guess what i watched

(prints!)

look p*robots I’m very flattered but it’s just not going to work between us, your grammar is atrocious and I like my women real

Corona and Ianthe turning up to the party, one in a glitzy skeleton jumpsuit and the other draped in a baggy sheet: it’s Britney Bitch

Corona and Ianthe would dress as a ghost and a skeleton for Halloween and claim to both be dressed as the same person

Corona and Ianthe would dress as a ghost and a skeleton for Halloween and claim to both be dressed as the same person

gtn

ntn

tfw a monstrous immortal being tries to hit on ur girlfriend

*barbie voice* what the fuck kind of physical form is this?

I'm handwash only do NOT put me in that fucking mashine