Look To Windward As An Inversion Of Atlantic

for every reblog on this post i will eat one plastic bag so the turtles dont have to

Listening to Gethsemane feels like Vessel himself cracked open my memories and poured them out onto the page. It hits so fucking hard and breaks my heart that someone else knows a similar pain so intimately.

ok wait, reblog if you’ve cried at least once because of math, doesn’t matter which grade i’m trying to prove something 

Hello, do you have a moment to talk about our lord and savior, The Toll?

Come watch Dead Boy Detectives!

We have:

Bitchy boy from Hell

Friendly guy who solves 90% of problems with a cricket bat

Girl with a demon in her head who can see your memories (but not her own)

Anxious shut-in girl who is actually really friendly and colourful

Lesbian whose Big Knife makes up for her awkward attitude

A murderous 300ish year old witch who would unironically call herself a girlboss

Bird

Really tiny, really bitchy iconic duo that feeds on attention

Not a Catboy, but a CatmanTM

Cute librarian :)

A man with a catchphrase who is also a walrus. He will sell you approximately something slightly to the left of what you asked for

A demon with nothing better to do than bother his ex

Victorian girl with a glowing squid for a pet

Immortal CPS worker with too much paperwork

Death played by Kirby Howell-Baptiste

One (1) man with no trauma

The best take on Lilith I've ever seen. That's not a joke it's just my honest opinion

Ghost postman. He delivers the ghost post

That singular "WOO!" right before the nasty drop is keeping me alive

Rip Stu Macher you would have loved the gleeful man-bitch vibes of early fallout boy

Love it how the new sleep token has every emotion I’ve ever felt:

Ridiculously good horny song(s)

sobbing and crying and sobbing

*throwing it back aggressively to trap beat*

My Lover Doesn’t Love Me

my Demons have showed up

I Am In Love With Someone Dangerous

guttural screeching

anyways this is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

me when i finish reading lord of the flies:

in arcadia, straight up "emerging". and by "emerging" haha, well. let's jusr say. "dancing through the depths of hellfire on the winds that started from within my blood beats so alive might tear right through my skin so tell me wha—