Ephemeralend-a - Ft. Ephemeral End.

romanticizing the horrors all by yourself handsome?

I looked at my mother because I was a version of my mother. I looked away from my mother because I was a version of my mother. I was me, but I was also her—my mother, and I understood this all too well.

— Nora Lange, "Dog Star", pub. The Rupture (#120)

it sucks that you can only die once and its permanent.. imagine the kinda sex we could be innovating if that wasnt the case

He’s fucking you in missionary but you’re stroking his face and saying “that’s it, baby. That’s my good boy.”

“are u jealous?” (me, vibrating and covered in blood) no

i just want a girlfriend and a gun