Extremely Lazy These Days!

alice's dyer hair designs are so different just because she changes her hairstyle every monday prove me wrong

VERY specific design for human AM from i have no mouth and I must scream

No one Mourns the Wicked.

The Wicked and TMA brainrot are eating me alive, so here’s an edit! ^

Artist Credits under the cut!! (there’s ALOT)

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Daily TMA 204 - pernicious condition :]

hey. hey hey pspspsps did you know that you can give me some tma art requests. even more than some. i think you should actually. and i'm never wrong.

going back to The Place For Leaning tomorrow and going to need a lot of serotonin to get through the day.

and this "michael" label leads to a miserable miserable existence where you have no choice but to fit into the "michael" thing because it's all you can ever be now. "michael" is now in your core though it isn't supposed to be there. there shouldn't be anything but this vague fickle ephemeral "you", a thing, but now you're doomed to be defined clearly someone, flesh and mind, you're caged in being "michael". i love the idea that there is always pain in the distortion's "body" and "mind". even with helen. it probably really hurts to be twisted and changed like that against your own nature. no wonder it's fucking angy

Calling The Distortion "Michael" in the same way people give names to their appliances. Michael The Distortion = Basil The Microwave. That's not really its name and if you call it that it doesn't really fit

the golden ratio

The distortion as ‘Michael.’

wait why is he kinda- um- well- you know you- it's just- uh- i mean- he is- ummmm---- i mean------------------

he wasn't supposed to be- like this--- BUT anyway take your boy tumblr.

i really really like how michael and helen represent two sides of the spiral.

michael speaks slowly, emphasizing everything, giving you the idea that he's lying to you, but you're never quite sure. and that's the fear. that your own mind is lying to you, that you're going insane, that you can't trust anything you believe. this fear was present in michael shelley's life very prominently, from his childhood all the way to the very nature of his death.

after a while, though, helen speaks with confidence and certainty, leaving no room for doubt, you know she's lying. you know she is. but you can't prove it. and that, too, is the fear. that you're right, but nobody will ever believe you. that it's all fake, everything society is built on is fake and you're the only one who knows. and i feel like the little bit that we know about helen richardson also embodies this fear: she was a real estate agent, a very stereotypically deceptive job. i don't think it's far-fetched to say she probably lied quite a lot to her clients, all while aware of the reality of the situation herself. the idea of being the only one who knows just how fake everything is but never being able to tell anyone.

i think it's so cool that they both became the source of the fear that marked their lives.