I don’t think in days, or months, or years. I think in seasons. Not weather seasons, like you normally would - things didn’t happen last...

Every day this year I have written a sentence. Here is July. 1// Try not to pay attention to the world ending. 2// I am an ever evolving...

i’ll stick my fingers down my throat until you can stick your fingers in my ribcage until i’m rotten instead of rotting DW

angel on fire she rests her head on a feather down pillow in satan’s bed from halo to thorns she clips her own wings to fit in his arms...

Do you remember who you are? Do you remember who you are beneath your human shell? Do you remember who you were before this lifetime? Do...

So I’m going to make up my own religion. But I’m going to pretend it’s real, because you can’t prove that I made it up. That’s generally...