I didn’t want to make this post but I was pressured into it by my friends. Enjoy.
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Cats have toe beans cuz if they had regular beans it would be really uncomfortable
Turns out, all the different gods are at a multi-religion party. Thor drunk of his ass, poseidon high on blow and Jesus drinking liters of "water"
Nature has shifted in a chaotic way. Clouds rain basketball-sized ice, seeds grow only vines of long slim thorns, and lightning comes from the ground and shoots up into the sky.
"Look into my mouth" I say, my cold eyes staring into the depths of your soul.
You turn towards me and relucantly watch as i open my gaping jaw.
You don't notice it at first but suddenly you smell the foul oder.
"I havent brushed in two days"
A large grin on my face, my teeth all brown and mushy.
You watch in terror as my teeth slowly slide out of my mouth and into yours.
"Nothing shall go to waste" I whisper
You close your eyes because you dont want to see the scene unfolding in front of you.
Suddenly you feel a soft sensation on your tounge and a sweet taste fills your mouth.
"Corn" you wisper, a single tear rolling down your cheek.
You feel your teeth being pushed out, and replaced by something that can only be described as hard corn cernels.
You are now fully ugly crying. The only sounds are your cries, echoing in the empty starbucks bathroom.
Your eyes, being consumed by crawling corn cernels. All you see is corn, slowly replacing every part of what was once you.
You have lost all your senses, except touch and taste.
You feel as though a metal rind is being placed between you and freedom.
You feel as though you are being picked up...
"Mmm, cambell corn soup. My favorite." You hear, as a giant figure, resembling a grandmother apears in your mind.
You feel their grip upon you...
You are cambell corn soup.
You are corn.
Nothing shall go to waste.
Art that speaks to my soul
[Meme] LEGO CITY BEIJING (1989)
Body: broken
Mind: mush
Soul: corrupted
Wish to live: gone
Hotel: Trivago
Fugo: Nara sometimes talks in his sleep…. it’s adorable…
Narancia, sleeping: fight me… You motherfucker… square up… I think the fuck not
Same mirror, but one year apart! Anorexia recovery has been hard but seeing these pictures makes me proud of how far I’ve come