Grapesmoke

my coffin shaped locket is the perfect size to fit one singular ibuprofen

The Orphan, c.1885 - oil on canvas. — August Friedrich Schenck (German/French, 1828-1901)

if someone told me my blood smelled and tasted good i would be over the moon. this is on account of my nature

Today I saw this poster near my maths class. I did not want to witness a transgender politics debate but still thought a contribution could be wonderful thus I printed this Gabriel. I think it wins the debate with flying colours

#inspiration #motivation

they're divorced. they weren't even married. this isn't romantic. they're definitely not platonic. they're cinematic parallels. they are fighting the narrative. they slowly built their relationship. they rely and trust each other. they were aggressively thrown into this. they want to bite each other's head off. they kill for each other. they live for each other. they should kiss. they would put each other in a blender. they're insane. they don't even realise. they're fully aware it.

“I feel like I’m fading.”

close up under the cut and process available on my Instagram!!

Beerus: None of you stand a chance against me. [to Krillin] No courage. [to Vegeta] No patience. [to Goku] No brains. [to Roshi] And, of course, a bald old man.

Roshi: I'm younger than you.

Beerus: No comeback for the bald thing, I see.

just finished poppy z. brite's "exquisite corpse" and it absolutely wrecked me. was especially really, eerily compelled by the abusive and tense relationship between luke and tran.

they are both such fascinating and honest characters. i've met them, i've known them, i've loved them, i've been them. so i had to sketch them out.

i really loved the book but it is incredibly graphic and is probably the most objectively vile thing i've ever read. it's a book about two gay serial killers, the runaway who gets caught up with them, and his abusive ex-bf-turned-abrassive-niche-radio-host.

but, it is also such an honest and compelling exploration of queer relationships, of desire, of mortality, and of the social impact of HIV/AIDs. also the prose is bone-chilling, beautiful, and gruesome while still feeling very down-to-earth and real.

You know a piece of media is gonna be fire when the mind electric can fit it well