Super behind on posting, we got a kitten a couple weeks ago and today he passed away from a congenital heart defect… I’m still taking commissions but they would be on hold a couple of days likely. Still 3 50% off slots open too
cishet guys love goth chicks until they start doing goth chick things, not me, I’m looking for my Morticia and stepping up my Gomez game until I am worthy, I would love to go to the Museum of Death with you, I would love to show you my taxidermy and oddity collection and I would love to see yours, I would love to go to your favorite cemeteries babe
I don’t mind sitting on the edge of the bathtub keeping you company while you tease your hair for 30 minutes. I love it when I hand you the aux cord and you play Bauhaus. You have such great taste in everything,
It’s okay that you got white foundation on my Disintegration shirt when you hugged me. I don’t mind at all.
Then this post isn’t for you.
Anyway. Ladies, look at my antique mummified piranha:
“Our lives are not our own. From womb to tomb, we are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.” ― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas
Last weekend my family hit a hare on the road when it got dark, the poor thing went straight through the headlight and got stuck.
I took it home with me and cleaned it up a bit. I envisioned an umbilical cord attached to nature’s womb.
I decided I had to place a terrible pun in my classroom cabinet today. I doubt any of my students will get it, or even notice it. So, I wanted to show it to the internet.
