marthe

BORN TO FORGET

WORLD IS A BLUR

I Am Memory Issues Man

410,757,864,530 FORGOTTEN PRECIOUS MEMORIES

I have been so utterly transfixed by this phrase lately.

I find myself saying this out lout whenever I feel stumped by any conversation. Any time a conversation gets kinda stupid and people start saying unnecessary things I immediately have a strong compulsion to say "uh... white person here. i jack off to goombas from the super mario bros games"

I scream at the top of my lungs at the climax of an unenthused paid handjob. When you look down to see what the big deal is, my peehole is huge, and seems to be exuding ambient, outdoor light, stark against the shuttered gloom of the motel. Against your better judgement, you peer in, and from above see a room, containing a tiny version of the two of us together on a similar bed, in a similar room, but with the blinds open during the day, performing another sex act. After you bring me to orgasm but before you get too far away, I seize you by the neck and begin mauling you like an ape, slamming my arms into/through your chest, strangling you, destroying your face and body, eventually leaving you unrecognizable as human. I walk out of the room, leaving you to look at what's left. After a few minutes of stunned staring you pull your eye away from my dickhole, troubled to the point of shaking, only to be met with the sight of what is essentially a pile of meat, your clenched fists in it up to the elbow, thick trails of blood coating the walls as if flung by great impact, framed by smaller droplets, appearing aerosolized. You recognize this intimately as what you saw of yourself in the vision, though the contact you make with my one intact eyeball atop the mince of my face confirms my identity. Just as I did, you simply leave, not daring to look up.

I am in love with the idea of location-based horror I am in love with it

there is no ghost here the house just hates you

I want to be an evil architect who builds houses that want to hurt you

actual reason i'm going to architecture school

*Scrolls past*

*reluctant sigh*

*scrolls back up*

*rebogs*

the worst part of "you'll understand when you're older" is that you really do understand when you're older

The second worst part is, once you get older, you find yourself saying "you'll understand when you're older" with Full Comprehension of how fucking annoying you're being right now, but also knowing that it's all you can say.

the emotion i just experienced is kind of indescribable

the funniest part of this post to me is that the reblog:like ratio is nearly 1:1. nobody’s just liking everyone who sees this video goes yeah i gotta inflict it on as many people as possible

Little pixel Harrow's attack

The Dylans' conversation: a beautiful affirmation of both of their identities as whole people as well as an acknowledgement of them being intrinsically the same person.

The Marks' conversation: No YOU kill yourself!

“Nona had never seen anyone so sad in her whole short life. It made her nearly afraid to die.”

HOW ABOUT I SHOOT MYSELF TWICE

would you hit the blunt if it had christian baby ashes in it?

heyyy so its cool you have a girlfriend heleny or whatever. i'll totally reintegrate btw and she can sit in the cuck chair if you want. why are you locking me out of the body. hello. hello