"They hung around the room, twisted things; ready to fade like hungry, withered ghosts."
Welcome to my blog! I go by Eramquodes, or Eagle, as everyone seems to call me...if you follow me, beware of photo spam and macaroni and cheese. I post a variety of things but make no real effort towards consistency!

I'm a writer, photographer, and artist! Check the tags Eramquodes and EAGLEflavor for works by me. You can also find all the weird stuff I post, so I think that's a wonderful added bonus.

I do take requests! If you'd like to see something drawn or written, I'll try my best! Though your quality isn't guaranteed...
withered ghosts
anal fist me

What if we’re not breathing air, but air is breathing us? Like we’re just opening our mouths and air is getting in and then it goes inside our cells and respiration and then it flies away with a piece of us and then it goes to Hitler and it breathes him too and it leaves us behind in Hitler but then we breathe it too and then we are also Hitler and now everyone is just Hitler.