mutuals i'm coming over to be annoying and meow loudly
Goodnight to women only. Men think about what you did.
there's a stage in sandwich consumption where it's falling to pieces & you're desperately cupping it in your hands & it's like this poor wounded animal that is covered in mustard & wants to die
sorry for the delay in responding to your message. I was walking around the house with unclear intentions
I close my eyes. Gravity pulls my skin down. Not too hard for it to bleed but hard enough to keep me uncomfortable. Is my dress long enough to hide the mold on my body I wonder, and I feel the hottest I've ever been. My fingers crush the slits that are plastered all over me and I feel a warmth oozing out. I'm not sure what it is, but the heat soothes me and I'm content. My skin itches and I know it's my time.
Let the maggots do their job.
(This is a yap-fest btw) I saw the Vacillator video and I was obsessed (hypnotised is the better word- I was like a baby watching those dancing fruits). It has been playing in the background ever since it came out, and I want to draw every frame of it. The only thing that's stopping me right now is the crushing weight of my finals. But I did attempt a second drawing and it was left unfinished (because I am lazy at my core), and I kind of like it. My drawing process usually (esp with charcoal) consists of me telling myself to trust the process over and over again until it looks somewhat presentable. But I like this one unfinished.
Of course, I'm not gonna keep it that way, but I do like it anyway. It's rare when it happens and I actually end up liking something when it's not perfected (which is hypocritical, because I started posting here to tell myself that it's fine if something you create doesn't end up being as good as you wanted it).
Anyway, I'm going to be obsessed with Perverts and daydream about drawing a piece for each song until I actually have the time to do it.
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this is not an aesthetic blog this is my bedroom
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