biblically accurate blood hag

The ceramic gnome you bring into your house not knowing it's filled with spiders

Harmonic Convergence, by Mega Infinity 10 track album

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Dead World Building, by How I Became Invisible 15 track album

Dead World Building, the new album from How I Became Invisible, is OUT TODAY!

@emdashreed.bsky.social wrote something so different in tone from her last album. Darker, of the moment, but never once stops being her voice. It's a Bandcamp Friday must!

howibecameinvisible.bandcamp.com/album/dead-w...

6. Stop And Smell The Roses Growth is hard because you have to stretch into a place you aren't, each branch, each leaf, each thorn, each flower coming into being in a place never occupied before, being from not being is always a strange experience as all of us can tell you. But things that are difficult can suddenly become not so, and you wonder if they've always been easy and you've been too focused on keeping your leaves held up in the rain to notice, but maybe a soft breeze comes along to remind you that it wasn't always this easy, that holding your leaves up takes enough effort as it is, and water needs time to flow through the soil to become nourishing to your roots.

Yo I've been waiting SO PATIENTLY for this to drop y'all it's so fucking good you mfers better give her flowers this shit rules

brave but real

if you're a trans auntie, cigarettes are a performance-enhancing drug

you can't really tell from this pic but the bites I got turned into full-on welts 😇

I was never great at first aid

WrRAF!!

spray out some blood in a fine mist ... Just not my own

what perfect weather

Since you're so good you can even have a little smooch on the bandaid afterwards

Colie kneeling about you, wearing just some old hand-me-down panties. The camera is angled as if the viewer is on their side, looking up at her soft underbelly. There's a red bite mark starting to welt just to the side of her belly button, above her panty line, clear enough to count the teeth on

Cmere lemme give you smth to cry about

big mood 😭 I did the traumatic full body shave earlier, I lost a whole hour & change

Frrr !! The only way I stopped this was by cutting them all into slutty little shorts

For real!! I was like okay I'm coming back here every day now I have to contribute to her college fund

Little tiny bodega kitten in a Dutch masters box

Literally it's so small I walked in and the bodega guy was just behind the counter holding this box and nuzzling her against his forehead

NO FUCKIN WAYYYY 😭😭😭😭

Time to go snorkt an Adderall and see if I learned anything

I've taken two naps today & I woke up in a drool puddle each time, who want me

Trying to figure out how to fix my dying wardrobe VS wearing the tattered 19 year old dysphoria hoodie

girl who is only pretty when she's happy with horrible chronic depression

"but if we set them on fire "

I should be allowed to hide in Juicebox's bed and cry all day

and then I'm like fast forwarding to the future when I still feel that way about me now

Sometimes my phone makes me look at early transition pics of me and im like oh fuck who let me do my hair and makeup like that who let me dress like that

microdosing my childhood by watching the united states start a war in the middle east

1. Divide You need to rid yourself of it, rend it from your being and throw it into cleansing flames, let the smoke and ashes carry the screams and sobs of the fallen, righteous fury rushing in to fill the void You need to push it from yourself, gouge it out, bit by bit, joy by joy, embrace by embrace, song by song, and dance by dance, you need to feel so full it couldn't ever dream of sinking its countless claws and thorns into you again You need to remind yourself every time it rears its gaping, voracious head that it doesn't serve you, it doesn't serve anyone, it only serves monsters, it only tightens its grip if left unchecked, it only exists to keep us from being fully ourselves You need to kill the hopelessness, the quiet knife, the polite knife, the one that twists behind your back with a smile, the one that covers your eyes and tells you everything is fine just the way it is You need to rid yourself of it by any means necessary, because where there is love there is no need for it, where there is love there is no room for it

Getting back into writing poetry

the angry beavers from the old cartoon

you know they're t4t siscon lovers now in ur heart dont u

reading this in strong bad's voice