i love to learn. unfortunately my brain doesn’t like to remember
Oh to feel the damp vines wrap my bare chest and back. OH TO BE A FOREST CREATURE FLIGHTY AND STRONG
Hi my name is Cruella Dark’ness Dementia Raven deVil and I have split dyed ebony black hair (the other side is as pale as my skin) that reaches my shoulders and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also an orphan because Dalmatians pushed my mom off a cliff. I am gunna b a fashion designr.
the "for you" page emoji being a crystal ball is very appropriate considering how it consistently fails to show me content relevant or accurate to my interests and torments me with horrifying visions instead
women in stem pages...i women in love you <3
one remarkable thing about Musk is that for as unhinged as he is he manages to be profoundly, excruciatingly uninteresting
you know what’s really hot.. healthy communication and reassurance
Baby witch here
#im new to all this so I'm very confused
I need to find my people
I dropped my gender on the floor under my work desk and haven't seen it since. I think the floor might have eaten it.
the most sexy aesthetics are “feral mad scientist in a lab coat spattered with various unknown chemicals,” “gay english professor in a tweed coat who hasn’t slept in two weeks,” and “victorian noble dressed in all black who never leaves their mysterious manor and is also possibly a vampire”
Ever since I found out that earthworms have taste buds all over the delicate pink strings of their bodies, I pause dropping apple peels into the compost bin, imagine the dark, writhing ecstasy, the sweetness of apples permeating their pores. I offer beets and parsley, avocado, and melon, the feathery tops of carrots.
I’d always thought theirs a menial life, eyeless and hidden, almost vulgar—though now, it seems, they bear a pleasure so sublime, so decadent, I want to contribute however I can, forgetting, a moment, my place on the menu.
Feeding the Worms by Danusha Laméris