Labour by Paris Paloma and Eat Your Young by Hozier are siblings and they eat raw human flesh and organs for dinner together, with their hands
i should be covered in blood for slutty purposes
I keep thinking about Carpenter's final moments of the podcast and I cannot stop thinking how, despite everything, she was still choosing to move forward and live on. Her brother is dead. She just had to say goodbye to him for the final time. Her friends are fled from her, with no certainty if she will ever catch up to them (and it will haunt me, that she will never know that Hayward died. That he got the ending he wanted even if it might not have been the reunion Carpenter had hoped for them. And if she does suspect what ultimately happen to him, it will haunt me that she chooses to believe they both made it out despite the odds). She's all alone.
And she could find a nice spot and wait for her ending. Lie down and let the long grass take her. But she chooses to get back up. To dream of some sort of future, with cats perhaps, where she lives on. Gets a haircut. Raises a toast to her friends. She will choke on her Nana's song, "There'll be no more need for hurt, word or deed. For sorrow," she will choke on the words and forget the lines and brokenly laugh at the absurdity of it all in the midst of all that grief as she chooses to trudge on, aching and in pain.
"I'll see you back around here another time soon." she says.
Not that there's anything wrong with having something wrong with you
TMA is cool and all until you find maggots in your house and suddenly it's real and you have a nightmare about becoming a real life Jane Prentiss
Kayne my darling when a man rejects your proposal you don’t rip out his eyes, shatter his legs and sever his hands. That’s considered impolite
The fact that they had sex several times, but this still felt like their first kiss 😭😭😭
To combat the Arthur vaccination attempts -
Reblog this post to give Arthur Lester a random disease!
would you still love me if i was rendered in increasingly abstract ways to imply my progressing sense of disconnection from humanity
Great news everyone. There was a kitten wandering in the drive thru at work and my inner warrior cats kid tried to be a hero and capture him.
I have now suffered multiple puncture wounds and have to go to the emergency room.
I have no organization or theme this is a graveyard of doomscrolling and my inner thoughts 🫶 Jac she/they 24
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