To live without hope is to cease to live. - F. D.

nap on a patch of dandelions sounds great

print! | kofi ♡

Arms and Armour (1911) Auguste Demmin

me deleting my posts cuz my other personality saw it and didn't like it

Ever since I was a young child, I knew I wanted to be a fucked up creature.

wheres your whimsy. wheres your fucking whimsy

if u pay attention there are themes and motifs on my blog

ough to be a cat sleeping in a dandelion field. eepy sleepy

me : oh lookey another one guys *picks up a half smoked cigarette off the ground *

the group of unimaginably beautiful women who follow me around every where and refuse to leave me alone: great find handsome❤

im into some fucked up shit. raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens. brown paper packages tied of with strings. i could go on but you couldnt even handle it

my new year’s resolution is to become even more cryptic, eldritch, monstrous, blood-sucking and unholy. and maybe tidy my room.

one hyperfixated tumblr mutual has the power of six hundred thousand ad campaigns

Julia Curyło — Hunting (oil on canvas and skull, 2021)

The Triumph of Death

looks up at you with big eyes do i really have to have money to survive or can i be a useless faggot forever