Pope Francis Died Without Lezzing Out. Don't Let That Happen To You.

'Foxfires at the Changing Tree' by Utagawa Hiroshige, 1857.

Dark Surreal Illustrations by 0ndes

Streaks of Grey running through her hair

Like fingers wearing

Too many rings; I pick up the phone to her

Shrill voice. Like a bird,

I think, as she tells me my rent is

Long Overdue.

I tell her the birds on the tree outside my apartment are not as pretty as they think they are.

She tells me she does not understand.

People have left her before, gone too soon

Broken her heart

Broken their lease

She pinches her lips together whenever she looks at you

Like she is disgusted with what she sees

You are such a cunt, Marsha.

I tell her I will pay rent whenever I damn well please and that she should be happy to have it late

At least then, she can have somebody to call on the phone

And bother with her horrible voice

She tells me I am her worst tenant.

I tell her I wish she were dead.

Neither of us have anyone else to talk to, so we stay on the line.

do yall think this 14$ can last me the rest of my life

december and january were created to test how much I can handle back to back before I'm sent into an absolute spiral

3 hours of crying in bed was there for me when no one else was

ever since i was a little girl i loved abandoned and dilapidated buildings

Was meditating in the woods this morning and a bug comes up to me doing this elaborate mating dance. Women can’t do anything 😔🙄

Everything was green, somewhere at the side of the road on the Isle of Skye

don't make me tap the sign