Pmeep - Pmeep

“imagine caring so much about fiction” imagine being so lame that you scoff at the timeless human practice of falling in love with art and stories

Boys night on the 15th of March, in the senate! so excited so hang out with the boys, heard theres cake, hope someone brought a knife.

what if you went into a bar and the bartender was a fungus-girl and when she gave you your drink she said “you seem like a really fungi!” only some of her spores broke off in the drink and when they reached your stomach they started growing and spreading and entering your bloodstream and at last one reached your brain stem where it planted itself firmly and then your own body started acting against your will and you hiked and you climbed to a very tall place, far above all the foliage, and at last the fungi burst out of your eyes, sprouting into a thousand different intricate colors, and before long a bird girl showed up and started poking at your flesh and you realize in your last moments that this is what it’s all about, you were always meant to join the chain of life only as a single link in some monstrous fungi’s reproductive cycle—and before you can even scream the bird girl plucks your head off with her beak. and and and what if it were like a sexual thing

Art by Davood Moghaddami

anyone else destroying and betraying themselves for nothing 🤣

im getting my oil changed and i heard the mechanic go "tee hee hee". whats happening

i’m in a good place (my room) but i’m also not in a good place (deep physical and psychological suffering)

sleeping with a knife beside me in bed, not because i’m afraid but because it is like a lover to me

"im gonna treat myself" says me, who has rarely, if ever, denied myself anything