Christina's World By Andrew Wyeth (1948) American Teenager By Ethel Cain @mothercain (2022)

My mom gave me some gluten free knock-off Girl Scout cookies and one of the Os fell off

Me when big angry women 🫦

snoopy of the day

to taste the rotted, putrified gates of heaven (per rubare il respiro di dio)

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“I’d like to fuck you to death.”

Said with a shrug; Barty held both hands out. His lips drew down into a self-deprecating frown, comical and still too nonchalant for what Evan thought he had just heard. Like he was trying to sell him something, the lack of immediate panic told Evan he’d be excellent at it in another life.

He didn’t think Barty was in the business of really selling anything, thought maybe that did make him special.

“What?”

Barty rolled his eyes. “I’d like to fuck you to death. Well, actually—I’d fuck you through it,” A pause, and he glanced behind him, looked at the door before turning back. “And bring you back just to do it all over again.”

crying tears of blood all by yourself, handsome?

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i sit at my house and nobody calls me

@/mothercain. twitter, 13 oct 2021.