When I Look Up At The Stars, I Feel Comfort. The Stars Are All Of The Souls That Lived Before Me, Who

stop explaining metaphors to people that insist everyone who loves horror is a degenerate. just tell them you jack off to people getting ripped open its all they want to hear

I may be a pervert and a creep and a weirdo and a freak and a deviant and a degenerate and debauchee and perverted and depraved and perverted and a fetishizer and romanticizer and crazy and deranged and evil and and

is she even real??

me and who

yum

*flirting* sorry about the blood in my mouth i wish it was yours

I don't know how to answer. I know what I think, but words in the head are like voices underwater. They are distorted.

— Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit

today is a peep-songs-only day. we miss u peep :( fly high, angel. you did so well.

Deranged girls you are my favorite i hope you get to eat someone or get a kiss on the forehead