i love it when girls kill

I am once again telling you to respect studs or perish

I just think they’re neat

Louis Garrel / Rossy de Palma / Sevdaliza / Adrien Brody / Tamino / Sofia Coppola / Elisabeth Moss / Andy Samberg / Damiano David / Alba Flores

Museum Vrolik

it would be one thing if it was just the horrors but it's all the little horrorcitos también

I think the simplest way to understand that just because many mental illnesses benefit a great deal from being treated with various chemicals, that does not mean that mental illnesses are all therefore uniformly and necessarily caused by chemicals in the brain, is to remember that an aching back is not in fact the result of a deficiency of acetaminophen, nor is malaria a condition brought on by the body producing an inadequate supply of quinine. Health conditions have both external and internal causative factors. The same is true of psychological conditions.

Homosexual artifacts.

I found one of those things you call a mermaid on the pier the other night. All tied up and thrashing its poor body around like a fish caught in a net.

That image repulsed me. You know I've never been one for fishing. Even catch and release puts me off. I don't like to watch the poor thing slowly suffocating as it waits to be thrown back in, its gills heaving and sputtering for water.

That creature tied up on the pier, the gash of gills on its neck was heaving and sputtering just in that way, dark ocean water flowing out with every failed breath, it really made me sick.

I pulled out my pocket dagger and its attention was on me. Its eyes bulged wide and I wondered if, like a fish, it couldn't blink. The sight of my dagger set it off into another thrashing fit and I tried to calm it down. Poor thing didn't seem to understand a word. It kept opening and closing its faded lips, but nothing came out. Must've spoke some kinda fish language.

I held it firmly in place and slowly brought the dagger to the knots binding its wrists. It calmed down after seeing that I wasn't here to cut its flesh. Or maybe it had just lost all energy from being out of the water too long. Either way, it stayed still as I cut the ropes around its legs.

When it was freed, it just lay there on the pier. So still it might've been dead, other than the weak flapping of the gill at its throat. I needed to get it into the water, and fast.

I lifted it up, one arm under its neck, the other under its knees. Its skin was slightly warm, unlike any fish I'd ever briefly held. But the same clamminess. Warmer than its skin was the water spurting from its gills.

I stepped closer to the edge of the pier and the thrashing returned. It must've known it was going back home, and was getting excited. I took a step back to gather momentum, and pushed forward with all my might, throwing the creature in kicking and flailing.

It hit the water with a splash, and stayed at the surface for a moment. Almost like it was treading water. Must've wanted to say thanks. After a few seconds it slowly sunk down. Back to its home.

I couldn't get that sick taste out of my mouth for awhile, though. I hate to see a fish out of water.

shoutout to friends btw. best thing earth has to offer

'lucina, o!' s/s 2000 collection by arkadius

Clive Barker, Devotion (1997)

Salted Toffee Cashew Cookies

dude I hate this place *proceeds to draw it*

Strawberry Shortcake Sheet Cake

thank you weird trans women forever

Isabelle Adjani photographed by Marianne Rosenstiehl, 1986.