Via ectomo, a strange photographic timeline of one woman’s evolution into a repulsive doll-beast that human males apparently find attractive.
Truly, this is one nightmare that Brownlee and I share: a pixie-headed girleen, gracile of limb and sleek of shape, decides to undergo a series of twenty surgeries that turn her into a putty-colored, basketball-breasted, fish-lipped hag.
The infinite tragedy of such a decision, undoubtedly backed with heaping doses of body dysmorphia, depression, and just plain bad taste, is that her career didn’t take off until she did it.
I wish broken aesthetic glands were easier to ignore.
In a similar vein, the realization that the hideous turkey-flesh that the yellow hurty thing in the sky turned the skin on my left arm into during my long drive back from Blacksun this Monday is something that certain humans do to themselves on purpose both saddens and sickens me.
darkheart says: 
Lily 
