#hholy fuckign shit

[cassetoi-fam]

WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUCK

THIS HAS BEEN OUT FOR MONTHS??? HOW DID I NOT KNOW

YOU GUYS CAN HAUNT ME ALL YOU WANT

[rumormongering-fishmerchant]

Not to be gay or anything but hholy shit. jesus fuckign christ

[squishysphealgirl]

hholy shit. that's fuckign good

For my cunty cadaver, for my fraternal faggot, @outlying-hyppocrate, it is my utmost pleasure to present...!

Stars

Stars light up the sky, blazing points of light searing holes through the inky black void. You can’t look away from them.

You try.

You can’t move your neck. Nor any other part of your body. You are suspended in the air, slowly descending, you realise, as feeling rushes into your fetid flesh – and with it, comes agony.

You would twist and writhe if you could. Pain blossoms from wide, thick, cylindrical points – piercing your body. Even as your wounds gape, opening, as if trying to breathe – trying to fruitlessly escape from the source of hot misery – the searing rods cauterise your flesh, grafting it to themselves in a fight against gravity and your own dead weight.

Stars light up the sky, blazing points of light searing holes through the inky black void. You can’t look away from them.

Are you still trying?

You lie, unmoving, at the whim of your prison. You cannot even attempt to trash. Weakness, disuse, inability, it does not matter. You are unable; a hanging piece of meat, trapped due to shortcoming, circumstance, or destiny. It does not change anything.

You wonder if your suffering goes unnoticed. You realise it is ignored. For those who care have come. They hold no love for who you once were, but for who – what – you are now, they love you most. And they show their love, as they sink their teeth into you, and as their beaks tear chunks off of your liver. Worms curl in your stomach, and maggots dig through your chest. They know what to avoid, to keep you alive, to keep you fresh.

Even they dare not relieve you of your suffering. It would be antithetical to them; that you know. And yet you hope that one eats away at the charred, cooked meat latching onto the fiery pillars of pain, keeping you aloft, in place. Keeping you from reprieve. They don’t. They shred your eyelids, but spare your eyes – for they would not rob you of the sight of your own reflection. The blazing stars pierce the night sky just as they pierce your dead eyes, just as the rods pierce your sick flesh.

Do you feel acceptance? Resigned to your fate as you are; do you enjoy the morbid, even as it tears you apart? Or is that familiarity in your eyes? Do you feel kinship, with something vast, unmoving, seemingly unfeeling? Something so painfully impaled and tortured by sharp, scorching points? Something that, just in its presence, in its unlife, provides life to countless? That is only for you to think of, perhaps, in your oozing skull, torn apart and boiling with mush. That is only for you to feel, perhaps, in your barely beating heart, pumping the little viscous blood still left in your veins.

Stars light up the sky, blazing points of light searing holes through the inky black void. You can’t look away from them.

Do you even want to?

[humandisastersquad]

so, um, that’s a thing that i did

[kits-podcast-corner]

zoscar: queer platonic relationship

me: hholy fuckign shit bro that’s like damn that’s like so good dude damn

[slugpussy]

hholy shit.......there is a fuckign.......

[verdansk]

ITS FUCKIGN  EROS HHOLY SHIT

[irikahkrios]

me: *thinks about my boyfriend*

me: jsmfjsjfjskdksks hholy shit,,,,, holy fuckign shit,,,,,, himst,,,,,,

[anarchoromantic]

my chosen name is tybalt am i valid

hholy fuckign shit youre the MOST valid. o hmy god please can i kin yuo