went to the mirror to do my usual corpse makeup. my eyebags were already quite purple and i have burst blood vessels all around my eyes. niceeeeee !! they pre-deadened this cadaver!

sure sure sure

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i can only make art when i'm having an episode.. which is both tragic and a little horny,, cuz u have to make me suffer 2 get anything useful out of me.

jamming my favorite songs betweem my brain folds like sharp lil needles cuz they HURT SO GOOD

My tits ache, pressed against the hard wood of the pier I lie on. The irregular splash of salt water leaves my clothes just damp enough to unpleasantly cling to me. Physical discomfort fades into the background. It's high tide, and the thing kissing me grips my attention. 1/12

mechanical doll in love with its accordian, because the way she swells reminds it of its cloth lungs inflating. when they make music together, their breathing synchronizes.

rlly wish i was smart enough to write an essay on the southern reach trilogy, made in abyss, and their common theme of a hungry wilderness that transforms you via consumption. (and how those themes are echoed in the interpersonal relationships therein!!)

who else up [wretched at the bottom of a well]