Not To Be Weird Or Anything But We Could Be Kissing And Dancing Together To Slow Music In My Dimly Lit

Victor Frankenstein syndrome aka you spent nights over nights crying and bleeding over this work and now that it's finally done you're just like "nvm. it's trash" and go to bed

(bleeding from my wound) notice anythiung differebt about me ;)

does anyonw want to play surgery. with me

good morning fat bitches and transgender women and internet perverts

the author's barely disguised longing for a kinder world

new rule you have to live to be 34. you cant kill yourself until you turn 34. jesus died at 33 you can do better

Two Women Kissing in Nature (b. 1859)

— by Georges Rochegrosse