apparent sense of “I’m so badass” that people get from reblogging disturbing shit and super old obscure B-Gore movie gifs as though they’re actually into that kind of stuff. Yes, I’m so fucking sure that you would find it awesome if you saw someone selling a malformed fetus in a jar in person. I’m sure you’d just be totally unphased to stumble upon a half decayed gutted/disfigured corpse right in front of your face. Gotta get that Tumblr cred for being a gore/rape/etc. blogger because all the weed and acid I do and the nudes I post all over my dashboard just don’t quite satisfy my need for attention as much as I wanted them to.
Honestly, it’s just as pathetic as being a fucking Myspace whore. It’s pretty much the same thing but a different site.
