I Could Smell Your Boytoy Coming From Down The Road. Wretched Little Rotted Morsel Of A Thing, May He

the absolute indignity of eating a flakey pastry in public istg

Norman Lindsay - Wisdom's Devils, 1932

oh no my pornography is turning into an angst-filled character study

let voices be in charge

gale is actually the character of all time for swinging wildly between suicidal depression and delusions of godhood. he's ready to die and you give him a crumb of ass and hes like what if i just ruled the universe actually. this should be a huge red flag but then, you only need to ask him to stop once and he's like "ok" and the next day hes like "are you mad at me :("

tell me my prof didn’t upload the reading by photocopying his kindle reader page by page

A Woman’s Lot

Erotic Postcards. Circa 1920

Phipps F24

strike me down and i drop a silica pack for loot