+° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° +° .

+° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° +° .

"tengo ganas de mirarte en este momento

recordarte que eres tú la que me roba el sueño

fuiste, eres y serás con la que quiero siempre amanecer con lo que quiero siempre despertar, tú eres lo que más quiero"

-Solo Con Verte (Banda MS)

+° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° +° .

holy shit i cannot believe i've been gone for so long. never let me do that again, seriously. OTAY so while i was gone Saltburn came out so i didn't get to see it. but i've seen it. its not as bad as some of y'all said it would be and frankly i'm disappointed! i wanted hay sex! and i got vague gay feelings!

+° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° +° .

The bull pants in the thick heat of its own blood. It strains against its own largeness. This is no field, there is no grass, no open sky, no cows, no shady tree. In due process the cranium is split from the corpus, and the bull returns to its sky and field.

The headless bull is a monument, an excess. A massive trash-heap of shit. The pile is rummaged through and slowly digested by the infinite number of earthly coprophiles. Hot globs of muscle and skin, gushing blood and seeping tears, all melted by bile into running shit. This hot alchemical slag of the coprophagic digestive tract flows across the lands, distributed across every meridian, from dust to dust. The body is not returned to earth whole but dissolves into the same feces that all become.

But the castrated head seeks another body. It resolves never again to touch the unclean earth. The sacrificial bull head, with horns erect like excited angel wings, its eyes rolled up in pleasure and locked like a hunter to the twinkling stars, its tongue drooping out for a taste of divine wind, is set to final orgasmic blaze over licking flames. Fur, skin, muscle, snot, spit, eyeballs, brains, all rendered dark and sacred cloud: A final little death for the remaining mundanity. A vein to Heaven has opened, and the ashes flow upward into the vaulted cranium of the sky along the pulsing hot wind. In a thousand years another celestial eye will join the countless others of the night.

i don't budget because i know eventually this system will collapse and people will come to me to see old vintage stuff that only i have now

Being a flop changed my life. The world is not my oyster, I am glowing. I walked into a pole this morning. There's very little I wouldn't do for $1,000

🐛 babybug5 Follow

Pupating is hell

20 notes

I 💗 the human experience. There is blood in my mouth !

lemme grind my pussy on this stalagmite real quick lol

+° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° +° .

"so wHY DONT YOU GIVE ME ONE MORE

chAAAAAAANCE"

-Gumball Waterson

+° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° +° .

(before we get started i know none of this is whimsigoth but this is the only social media i have to show my trip to yall im so sorry plz dont crucify me)

GOOOOOD nothing like being in a different country and having the urge, no, the NEED to text an ex or flirt and sext, amirite ladies? FUCK.

Also! The red and white striped clothing you see woman wearing in some pictures are called Güipil. They are woven and worn with a traditional skirt (same weaving method is used but an entirely different pattern and style is used for skirts) by the Triqui people, which I am half :)! We are a fascinating group of indigenous Mexicans so if you have any questions please please ask away!! I wanna talk to yall about my people (or you could just google us but i miss you all :( so)

+° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° +° .

your unreliable narrator fucking bit me

i changed my mind guys whatever's wrong with me really is special and there is no true diagnosis for it. and also im gonna live forever