youcantfuckosmosisjones

the faded, once-beloved tumblr diva ushers you into her projection room and has her gay butler put on a reel of hit posts from days of yore. “look at me” she says, clutching your arm a little too tightly with her sharp sharp nails and puffing on a gold cigarette holder, hoping the smoke will hide the tears brimming in her eyes “wasnt i beautiful”

radix-pedis-diaboli

Dash it all, Basil! The queen’s in danger. Olivia’s counting on us. We’re about to be horribly splattered, and all you can do is feel sorry for yourself. Well, I know you can save us. But if you’ve given up, then why don’t we set it off now and be done with it!