since people have been asking why I’m not really posting these days: I have more followers now than there are people who live in my town, most of whom very clearly followed me because of (or at least right after) some posts that I dislike and regret, so I’m Really Entirely Uncomfortable With All Of That.
Harrow was too amazed by her body’s expanding capacity for despair. It was as though her feeling doubled even as she looked at it, unfolding, like falling down an endless flight of stairs. She dug her hands into the mattress and she cried for Gideon Nav.
it’s been nine years and twenty seven days since the pilot of pushing daisies aired on television and still no screenwriter has ever topped the line “bitch I was in proximity”
after like a thousand years i finally watched pushing daisies, and i love the show in general, but chuck’s 60s inspired looks pushed me over the edge into trying Mucha’s artstyle and i’m so happy
my friend sent me a pic of some vintage photos he bought and i did a full werewolf transformation and came to two hours later with the phrase “EARLY 1870S AMERICAN FULL MOURNING DRESS CARTE DE VISITE” scrawled in blood on the floor beside me
