ღ elfen, s/he, 20+ ღ personal blog, 18+ followers only ღ triggering content, minimal to no cw tagging
all of my haters want to see me bound bled and crucified for my misdeeds. my paramours also want to see me bound bled and crucified for my misdeeds but they get hard when they think about it so it;s fine
I died but I came back exactly the same. You though, I came back and you were wrong. Did the fact of my dying really damage you that much? Was bringing me back worth what it cost you? Would it have been better to just leave me?
something terrible and monstrous is inside me [being in my 20s]
Oh so its alright for medieval saints to cum while kissing and licking peoples infected wounds but if i do it im worse than shit. ?
Site where St. Jeanne d’Arc was martyred, Rouen, FR
Sirin and Alkonost The Birds of Joy and Sorrow, 1896 - oil on canvas. — Viktor Vasnetsov (Russian, 1848-1926)
the parallels between confession booths and bathroom stall gloryholes are not lost on the intellectual homosexuals
saw someone refer to not knowing how to keep track of your money as "girl math" ......why are we in this weird era of treating women like idiots but repackaging it to sound cute and quirky. We All Need To Stop
at this point i also take issue with those tweets/posts that are of the genre “girls were meant to sit in their bed with treats and do nothing all day” it was fun and #relatable maybe the first few times but it’s really just feeding into this weird mass objectification and dehumanization of women going on all over every social media platform now
hate how any mention of being on knees is immediately assumed to be sucking dick. because maybe theyre eating pussy. did you even think about that? no you only think about yourself
girl mutuals who want to kiss and eat cunt & so forth should be paid by the state to go see each other
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when i was eighteen i bought a copy of lolita but the book cover was one of those ones with a picture of dolores in a swimsuit and those goddamn sunglasses in the kubrick movie. so i set about making a book sleeve using the only materials i had at home (a piece of lined paper a pen a marker and red nail polish) and several articles on lolita's cover design. and the result was still better than most lolita book covers actually are
being a person in your 20s is like being 40 and being 16 at the same time. i am simultaneously too old and too young for this shit