i wish i could rub your ears one last time

cold death spiral of late january goes on forever

voyage of brutal unrelenting despair

my mangled heart will never heal

i am the screaming animal inside you

i'd appreciate if people could never talk to me about planes or their travel experiences for the rest of my life.

Donkey laughing at the stars

never made one of these but here u go. top 2025 - first row 5 stars, rest are 4.5, everything in order of fav from top left to bottom right.

‪i feel like sunn o))) and neptunian maximalism could make good jockstraps for merch

get urself a qt nerdy bf that you can have sex with while listening to weird evil raga drone metal

Fetish an album about animal people fucking first single + preorder tomorrow album out january 1st cover by: artofbrotherrat.com one of three

cute micro earthquakes before total evisceration

my body is sulfur, watch me get fucked in wet concrete

help how do i escape eons of astral punishment

that's us

youtu.be/rajuP8mk528 drinking warm rainwater, licking limestone cave walls, bat fangs embracing a welcoming neck, mystical auroras dancing over us as i rimmed and you sucked, a cold sweat, sucking frozen cum-stains out of a hand-knitted family sweater, reminiscing of backfloating in the sunset

the procession at the edge of the river where i buried your suit of armor

licking your wounds only makes them worse

we fucked while chained to the ocean floor

glimmering and smothered

our souls sinking through the silent volcanic baths of venus

trapped inside an opaque glass prism

giant moths infest my quartz skull

vapid wormhole echo of a haunted childhood

fucking myself to manta ray sex tapes on vhs

‪i'd enjoy retiring as a coyote on an abandoned island. an island where angels were sent to die. where we'd be reborn as fallen angels. we'd slaughter park rangers, grow into giants, topple dilapidated military barracks, and become unforgiving, carnal lords, and protectors of the forests.

kelp forests lead to aquatic temples in which us sea otters pray in squelched tongues. whale corpses act as spirit gates in which our family sways from one ancestral song to the other. at night, we dive into an ocean of endless bioluminescent plankton while albino ghost dolphins sanctify our bay.

ready for my autopsy

my new life in a permanent black rubber suit

among the skulls of my dead brothers

i dream of tranquil white flowers flooding the cavity

climb inside of my corpse. my ribcage is your staircase to heaven. be the marrow in my bones that explodes us to stardust.

rotting could be another form of ascension

returning to hell

writing just feels like screaming in the void. feels totally worthless now. feel like deleting everything.

tfw you've just abandoned yourself

the eternal and infernal struggle to not give in and rot in despair

a million fatima candles burn at your bedside

cairo death pilgrimage

absolutely feral to suck and fuck his ass to this playing as loud as possible, kissing and squeezing his belly, licking under his foreskin, making out with cum in our mouths, radiating effervescent bioluminescent insane ass fucking, like stained glass shattering in melting sun youtu.be/vPQ2S5A_Uy4

'...the familiar had already turned alien, and home had ceased being home. both have gone on living and changing without me.' - swimming in the dark

i'll see you again at the center of the nebula in thirty million years

our love has come to an end but skeletons are forever

to be the perfect cobweb draped in dew on a faded tombstone

while i slept, the flowers you left inside me rotted, and then i never saw you again

My body has a certain scent, festering of many complex diseases oozing with sweaty white fungus waiting to be stabbed and eviscerated, bombs inserted, blown to pieces. I suck up the stench from pre-cum, my sack and between my ass crack, and feel the need to make that sickness within me worse.