I Should Like To Say ‘yes’, And (not) Answer Three Anons At Once

Cookie Clicker (cosmic horror)

Rainy night. I'm alone in my house, lighting candles. Closing to midnight, I'm picking psychological horror films and tucking myself comfortable in the corner of my couch. A piece of perfection. This is how I try and lose my worries♥️

I tell the truth more often than it seems.

people just tend not to take you seriously

when you talk about things in a tone™

with shining eyes & a manic smile..

Huge thanks to 42 followers <3

How could I heal the Earth,

When even the inside of my head is so sick, I can't do anything about it,

And most of the time, don't even want to?

And yet, I try my best,

'Cause the Earth is not to blame

For the sickness of mankind.

Humanity itself

Can destroy anything.

Remembering that time I wrote a bunch of cryptic shorts 'bout cannibalism.

‘What’s it like to be a human,’  Some wanted to know; ‘Nothing on your back, or above your head, But all in your heart?’

‘Inhumane,’  Said you.

 And they nodded

 And all cried,  but you.

I realize posting finglish twice a week is flooding the feed. thinking of moving it. this is why I said 'testing'.

He pressed the knife against my shoulder plate. I hissed quietly, and focused on my breathing. The glowing blade ran across my back, but the man was hesitating. I shifted. A little flinch, a drop of black..  The knife clanged on the table.  I sighed and turned to sit up. Wrapping my arms around him I grabbed the blade, and ran it lightly from his pelvis to his ear, dipping through the skin ever so slightly. His eyes were closed.  I lowered the knife to my thigh. There we drew a wandering line, cutting deeper into my flesh than was good for me. I didn't care. I loved this, loved him. Loved his blood, dripping into mine & burning my veins like my fingers burnt his skin.