Bela Lugosi In Dracula (1931)

aspiring teenage slaughter avatar writing self insert fanfiction about getting sold to grifter’s bone

popular culture used to be very much about eroticism. rockstars used to be on stage in sequins and thongs and thigh high boots playing guitars like they were masturbating. girls used to wear velvet mini dresses and no bras and red-brick-brown lipstick and mascara on their bottom lashes. people used to have body hair on television and in the movies. people used to be sweaty. people used to touch each other over denim and under cotton. foreplay used to be staring at someone over the rim of a glass across a bar across a park across a dinner table. people used to want. i think we’ve lost something

I WAS LOOKING FOR SCREEN SHOTS ON MY COMPUTER SO I COULD MAKE A JOKE ABOUT THE ANTIVIRAL FANDOM BUT I FOUND THIS INSTEAD

HIGH AS FUCK

no te salves (2007) ph. francisca ulloa

DROP DEAD

rival schools collections

winter 2021

John Amplas in Martin (1977)

Goth equivalent to live laugh love

literally we need to get rid of the stigma of questioning once and for all.

call yourself gay. call yourself ace. call yourself a lesbian today and a nonbinary bi trans man tomorrow. its fine. literally no community has ever been harmed by someone thinking that label might apply to them and then discarding it later. anyone who says otherwise is drinking the exclusionary kool-aid and isn’t worth the time it would take to argue with them.

“After Lalon” —Allen Ginsberg