Something About People Actually Caring About Me Makes Me Cry

they’re just vibing!!!!!!!!!

Help the evil scientist who strapped me to the dissection table is definitely fruity and frustratingly attractive

can’t talk rn i’m doing hot girl shit

*dissociates*

Varguyart

My Place: Florence Welch

this is how the memories of this game flood back in

Me every single week

*vent*

tw: gore

i: I'm haunted by the realities of what I've seen

her: they deserved it, they can't hurt people anymore - you don't need to feel shame about what you did

i: I don't feel shame, I have seen cosmic horror. their skin cut too easy, yet clung to the carcass like it was fighting for its life. the cartilage between the bones snapped, and I cut the fine tendons until there was only skin to saw through. the body was warm. sometimes my mind pretended to see it breath. the others laughed and went about the maiming like it was nothing. how could something so horrifying be treated as nothing? how does it happen time and time again? I know now knowledge that I wouldn't ask for in a thousand years: how easily a body goes from "alive" to "meat".

*this is about chickens, I am not a murderer I promise*