what the fuck is rizz. tell me i’m the knife you twist inside yourself

who up rigging they mortis

Let’s sleep under the stars tonight. On the thin, tattered line where stone and sea meet, and shatter each other.

Mystic Beach, Juan de Fuca Trail, West Coast of Vancouver Island BC Canada

BIOLUMINESCENCE l Jordan Robins l Jervis bay, Australia

ok i’m curious

This apartment did come with the most fuckass table I've ever seen tho. Sorry whatever cow died and got turned into this table. Rip bozo sucks for you

does anybody have a grenade I can use

Transfem to Transmasc solitary must exist as much as any trans solidarity must exist.

Protect my boys.

giving pig

if you tag me in a chain post and i don’t do it it’s not because i hate you it’s because i am very lazy. i love you thank you for tagging me.

“most people don’t react well to sharp teeth sinking into their throat. don’t actively seek it out.” well. there’s something wrong with me. Is that a problem

oh, thats zionist propaganda in my knuckles the echidna show

every day, every single one of us has to make the difficult choice between normal human functions and 7-hour jerkoff sesh

i need her

The thing about Cottagecore is that is a fetishized aesthetic of country life, divorced from labor and idealized by a primarily urban audience with a backward looking ethos of tradition. They are not prepared for the stresses of a rural life: farming; harvesting; tapping pumpkins to ensure none of them have been replaced with flesh; losing out on income by having to use one of your pigs in a blood sacrifice to paint protective sigils over your doors and windows; checking cracks and chimneys for the flesh-vines of the Pumpkin Lord; having to decide, before the Growth is complete, whether that's really your tradwife or an amassment of vines, leaves, and blood in the shape of your tradwife; ignoring their desperate pleas that "I'm me! No! No!" as you burn them alive, realizing too late you picked wrong; and the exploitative corporate nature of commercial farming in 2024. All seen through a deeply colonial lens, of course