I Miss You... But My Aim is Improving...

As I scrolled through the tumblr dashboard, the usual posts of underfed models and suicide notes gave way to perverse artworks of madman and the sexually deviant ramblings of the damned and deranged.

What eldritch horror had infested the tumblr servers like an otherworldly cancer. What had this outpouring, night after night, of the world’s darkest dreams unleashed?

A soulless dread came upon me. We were all summoning the horrors. We were all damned!

“If you’re dating a writer and they don’t write about you — whether it’s good or bad — then they don’t love you. They just don’t. Writers fall in love with the people we find inspiring.”
— Jamie Anne Royce

(Source: thoughtcatalog.com, via heelshats-n-ties)