My Toxic Trait Is No Matter When Or Where You Look At Me I'm Always Thinking About Angels And Blood And

my toxic trait is no matter when or where you look at me I'm always thinking about angels and blood and religious imagery and mitology and guts and worshipping and lust and hunger

-Bylthe baird, if my body could speak

i wish there were sparkly otherkin nightclubs that serve drinks named after david bowie and everyone on the dance floor is wearing a tail and all the gods sit at the bar sipping liquid gold and the vampires slink around in the dark corners hiding from the break of dawn and the zombies languish in the VIP lounge but idk

Instead of working on my thesis, I am drawing Swedish christ superstar... I should not have spent that much time drawing a shopping cart.

You know what fascinates me the most about the saints? It's the penitence. The whole idea of purposely depriving yourself of something you yearn for, because that's how you can find God. Well, sometimes I wonder if I'm better than a saint. I've found God in a bottle of wine, I've found God in a orgasm in the middle of the night, and I've found God when looking at my reflection on the blade of a knife. Was it supposed to be hard?