Void

*mischievous giggle*

*scurries back into darkness on all fours*

if I ever made it to the model catwalk, I would find some way to bring a sharp thing on set, and as I emerge, a thing of starved beauty and pure art, dramatically slice my own torso open, ribs exposed, guts splattering to the stage ground, blood spewing all over the front row guests, and most importantly, bleeding my useless life essence all over the expensive, artistic designer clothing I am made to show. A terrible display of art, to bleed as a pig does when sliced at the neck to please the human, the killer. What are we humans but showpieces of greed? May my blood be the color we lust for in the cold claws of winter.

encountering an inconvenience while cold: damn that sucks, oh well, i’ll figure something else out!!

encountering an inconvenience while hot: we all deserve to die right now, come on everyone, lets all go die

My era rn is uncategorizable. The the way I am living is unheard of

apologies to anyone who ever thought i was cool and reached out to me only to discover i am just a weird little hermit who can't carry on a conversation to save my life

I will bite the hand that feeds me. I won't let go. I will gnaw the fingers and crunch the bones between my teeth. The hand didn't feed me enough. I am still hungry.

I like looking dead

Feeling dead

Being dead

I want giant soft wings that I can wrap around me to hide

Free soup 🍲