I Used To Think I Wanted To Be Like Her But No, I Wanna Kiss Her, She Makes Me Think About Girls All

Poor quality art of him and drama cause I'm the most tired girl in this world (for no reason).

that weird abstract emotion where you feel as though you’ll always be an outsider, an observer, even if you’re in the thrust of things and among others. like some tongue rubbing itself at the base of your skull, reminding you of the disconnect. like there is some flexible wall of glass blocking you off from everyone around you. like you’re some kind of strange creature which is only pretending to be human.

ghost meat dark web delicacy

mary makes the prettiest barbeque?

witches buy it, they know it's artificially cloned

you can't taste asymmetry. as long as there's a gram of ectoplasm they'll spend.

me personally, i think you should stop overproducing fake ghosts.

just switch to the vegan alternative if you don't mind a substitute.

hate when people are like "trust your gut! listen to your intuition!" like okay well my gut is telling me every person i lay eyes on is hunting me for sport and my intuition is saying i should find a secluded cave and live there forever so what do you suggest i do with that information

Mom told me to stop being crazy but it's not that easy. I don't wanna upset her though, don't wanna cause problems, I never wanted to so I'll pretend I'm fine, she's tired, everyone is, but damn, I feel like I'm falling apart, how can I pretend I'm not?

I'm dead scared

Barbara Kruger, Untitled (Your Body is a Battleground), 1989, photographic silkscreen on vinyl (The Broad Museum, Los Angeles)

“art must be beautiful, artist must be beautiful” (1975) by Marina Abramović