that chimera ain't right

shame that no one puts bait under a box propped up by a stick anymore. because of woke

theres a popular brand in canada called no name brand and it manufactures everything you can imagine in a grocery store and it kind of makes me feel like im in a world no one bothered to do much world building for

That old lady in Novac : Why did you bring me over here under Dinky the T Rex?

The Courier :

maybe tomorrow i`ll feel better

Saint-Paul Prison, 1932

Photographed by a dermatologist in Lyons

Presented by Gerard Levy and Serge Bramly

This is what Rasputin would've wanted.

The Dyke Project manifesto printed on the back of estradiol and testogel boxes

Adriana Bisi Fabbri (Italian, 1881 - 1918) - Salome, front and back

Butch chilchuck :)

everyone shut the fuck up and look at lil nas x and the wiggles

-Trees and Undergrowth-

The thing about wanting to write smart essays is you truly do have to read books to do that, and the thing about reading books is that it is way harder now that I am not 17 and smartphoneless

a single andes chocolate mint from the olive garden can fully nourish an adult human for up to 96 hours

thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.

a stud in black leather on a black motorcycle just revved their engine at me and thank god I tore my demonic uterus out ages ago because I think that would have finally knocked me up