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Death Becomes Her
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I feel strongly about eugenics, but I'd like this to be a place for my passion of words/thoughts/poetry/arts.
My brain & I are at odds.
She/they/her

Last book I read: good question. I dropped it.
Current game: Rune Factory 4
Gaming becomes this necessary chore when you just want to read but you're too stubborn to stop gaming.

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June 22, 2025 at 3:36 PM
I fell in love with a green alleyway.
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May 8, 2025 at 2:16 AM
As of today, kissing will forever be known as the reverse human centipede, in my mind.

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May 5, 2025 at 8:06 PM
The wind doesn't care if you look nice.
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April 26, 2025 at 7:48 PM
Even monsters cry when everything is just too much and dark thoughts don't even
compare to what's out there.
A horrible world at your
Finger tips and you
Can't do a thing
About it.

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April 19, 2025 at 2:21 PM
April showers bring Rozz flowers.

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April 1, 2025 at 11:21 AM
Oh dear my, I spy the truth and I must admit...they're right.
I love women because they are either thinking about skincare or death
March 24, 2025 at 5:18 AM
Drop an 11/10 outfit

Old Death(aka Rot)

R.I.P overly expensive maxi skirt that dogs devoured, though only the butt.

In the bird app, it was showing ppls outfits, not actors/actresses/models.
March 20, 2025 at 8:15 PM
Happiness is paint...even when you get it on your precious books bc owning a studio apartment is a dead dream & you're a bit of a spazz to begin with.
March 18, 2025 at 5:38 PM
If you see this post a vampire

Why so flashy gif? We don't allow sparkling twats here.
March 14, 2025 at 8:18 PM
I am truly sad and deeply devastated that I of all ppl who has had plenty of babbits, has never named one Bunnicula.
Not one.

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a black and white photo of a vampire in a cloak standing in a room .
Alt: a black and white photo of a vampire in a cloak standing in a room .
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March 13, 2025 at 6:18 PM
One man will salt the earth when he has all the salt in the world and wants to play god, because why the hell not? He's already proven he's untouchable.

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March 3, 2025 at 10:11 PM
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March 3, 2025 at 3:48 PM
Post you from a different era:
March 3, 2025 at 2:47 PM
They knew me once
And once I knew myself
Split the brick road to survive
Only to forgot my way back home

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March 3, 2025 at 3:04 AM
In all my doom and gloom, I am still a loveable oddball.

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March 1, 2025 at 11:13 PM
And to forsaken humanity's greatest achievements by safe keeping the riches of those very very few. Such as eradicating nutritional deficiency diseases which are now making a comeback and we're woefully unprepared. All for the sake of greed.
It kills me that there's enough for everyone.

Enough food. Enough housing. Enough medicine. Enough money. Enough everything.

It takes active choices to stop everyone from having enough so a very, very few can have far too much.
March 1, 2025 at 1:25 PM
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Hey, artists, in case you were wondering if your work matters: I'm a scientist working on climate change and biodiversity, and I would not be who I am today without The Lorax, The Secret of NIMH, Watership Down, The Last Unicorn, and The X-Files. I know I'm not alone. Thank you for all you do.
February 26, 2025 at 4:49 PM
I did my best
Until I slit my throat in a wordless prayer.

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February 28, 2025 at 4:09 PM
I'm mentally done and not even emotional support pizza can save me now.

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February 28, 2025 at 7:24 AM
There's a flame at the core of my heart, Threatening to solidify into knives.
An anticipation for the worst,
In the hopes that I can claim my end first.
Good morning,
I came to life with death on my mind.
Care to rage against their morbid will?

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#poetry
February 27, 2025 at 1:53 PM
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Ain’t this the truth.
February 26, 2025 at 11:04 PM
I should not talk once I'm all out of spoons and out of ghosts spoons. Not even dark roast spoons can save me now.

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February 26, 2025 at 7:21 PM
I was weak before, but since getting covid again, I'm impossibly weak. I need help, I just have to build the strength to ask my family.
a cartoon of a woman with a cross on her forehead
Alt: cartoon of a woman with a cross on her forehead, pop eyes girlfriend
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February 20, 2025 at 10:46 AM
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February 14, 2025 at 7:04 PM