Theoneandonlybastard - Simi 🐰

uhh reblog this if the reason why you have ed is someone’s words

Meeeeee

Chaoscore things

- S C R E A M

-things where they shouldn't be

-cursed images

-hahaha garbage

-t-posing to assert dominance

-possibly not human

-cryptids

-anything that falls in the uncanny valley

-"hmm that's unsettling, I love it"

-eat the rich

-decompose, become one with moss

-just do the thing who cares if it's great we all exist in a screaming hell anyways

-liminal spaces are rad af

Add more if you want

love wins moodboard

What do you get when you cross a mentally ill loner with a society that abandons him and treats him like trash!? I’ll tell you what you get. You get what you fucking deserve!

You’re wearing a tshirt, I’m wearing the Cock polo (inspired by frat bros, daddy’s boys, philistines and other forms of assholes). We are not the same.

when the dysphoria kicks in

concept playlists part 3

you’re 17 on the verge of immortality and you sit in the backyard of your best friend. you’re there for a small party they’re throwing, and you watch as several people you know spectate a game of beer pong. it’s warm and lights softly illuminate the grassy yard. the air smells of chlorine from the large pool not yet warm enough to swim in. you’re buzzed and red-faced and glad.

it’s 10 pm and you’re having a sleepover with your best friend. you have face masks on and you’re lounging in pajamas, snacks covering your bed. your parents just went to bed and your best friend decides that now is the perfect time for a dance party. you get up and grab hands, dancing around your room with abandon. you’ve never felt more ridiculous. you’ve never felt more at home.

you stare out of the passenger side window of a beat up car. it’s late at night and you’re driving up the coast with someone you’ve run away with. butterflies rustle in your stomach and despite your drowsiness, sleep evades you. the sound of other cars passing is comforting and although you tingle with anxiety, excitement over what’s to come stirs in your mind.

it’s 1956 and you live in northern california. you’ve just arrived at your high school’s formal prom. the theme is starry night. your outfit is perfect and your date is picturesque. rock n’ roll is the new thing and it’s the life of the party. you never thought your school’s gym could look so beautiful. you lay your hand in your date’s and you dance the night away.

“If it’s about a dad dating other dads, how come some of them have kids???”