

Dirk Strider
@beatboxingHeart
Half-Human, Half-Grimdark, Full-Problem. Transmale, 30, living in a bubble but not dead yet.
Science has proven that a human being can live 11 days without sleep. Since I am not entirely human, that number is perceived as bullshit and replaced with the idea of an infinity could pass without significant detriment to my physical well being. During the time where I would normally be laying my head down and closing my eyes I will be substituting it with sitting up and staring at the wall. It would even be cool if sometimes there was a tv there with something on it that I enjoyed watching. However, this is not a necessity.
https://www.tumblr.com/beatboxingheart/825790491506442240/process-what-just-happened?source=share #gore #bodyhorror #cannibalism #eatingdisordertw #icprose
EUPHORIA. #cavitystuck
I'm so good at RUNNING! The feeling of SUFFOCATING and the feeling of lactic acid slowly deteriorating my muscle fibers is INVIGORATING!! #gore #cavitystuck
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iyVnbZ0v3yE #gore
Enjoy the INK-SHAKES! Safe to CONSUME! You will enjoy how it makes your stomach EAT ITSELF! #cavitystuck
Every day we DECAY and ROT. Isn't that FANTASTIC? #cavitystuck
https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/b2e823b11fa2.png A sliiiight aesthetic change! #cavitystuck
I call it meato frito, where I rip open a rotisserie chicken and stuff it with BBQ Fritos Spirals. The hot bar at Walmart hates to see me coming.
Unsettled. I need a prey victim.
Yeah, this is about right. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/6e3594c8d406.png
Bitches love my tentacles arm. #nsfw
https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/742dbd9cf157.png
The faults of my past creep in on my mind, coasting through the dark recesses like a mid-afternoon digestion walk. It's impossible to cut the gelatinous fat wobbling vibrations of self-assessments and my stomach can barely handle processing it. It's bottom feeder behavior to message abandoned accounts and beg for a response. ... I think I just really miss my boyfriend. But it's been 10 years since I saw him. I already accepted the clear fact he's never coming back. Every once in a while something reminds me of him and I feel like I can't breathe. ... I'm probably just lonely, romantically. It's been a decade since I've been in a relationship. Probably overdue.
Things have felt a little too complacent recently. There's been a distinct lack in, "Dirk is wrong," accusations. I think it's because I'm not vocalizing my daily decisions as often, which strips the nay-sayers of their persistent boo-ing. I'm sure by even making this post I'm throwing out a neon sign into the multiverse that will guide my haters back to me with pitchforks and fire. If I'm not constantly defending myself do I even exist? Much to contemplate about. My own self-validity is strongly held to the standards of disapproval.
Woke up and my tv manifested a pair of eyes on the screen to watch me. I'm fairly certain that's terror influence but maybe it got tired of being stared at that it wanted to do some staring. #horror #LittleEldritchThings
My shadow puppet growled at me. #LittleEldritchThings











