the thing is, i think horror needs to have a little love. it needs to have an obsession. does the parasite in your body love you? it raises you from the dead, it sustains you. this is its body. this is your body. does the haunted house feel intruded upon? is it hungry? what is hatred but adoration?
Your laughing, they finally cracked the Zodiac killer’s 340 cipher and figured out the fucker can’t spell ‘paradise’ and you’re laughing.
Anyways. How fucking funny and how fucking sad it would be if Kevin Day did eventually get a chance to go skiing, only to promptly fuck up his skis and. get injured. in a skiing accident. How would you even communicate that to the press.
modern day retelling of sisyphus where instead of pushing a rock up a hill he’s having the worst time getting a fitted sheet onto a queen-sized mattress
i don't think im gonna be able to sleep tonight the circus music beaming across the globe is too loud
Saw this tweet and couldn't resist drawing it right away
Euh? Eh? Uh? A copper merchant?
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Ea-Nasir the Copper Merchant?!?
I wish I could write anything as quickly as tumblr collectively invented an entire film
happy birthday to our tiny bastard, miserable wretch, tedious malcontent, abominable cocroach, wayward ignorant child, wretched little runaway nathaniel wesninski!!
not now kitten, daddy's too busy rewatching kevin day switch his racquet to the hand he was never supposed to be able to use again and proceed to score a buzzer beater game winning goal against the ravens
im still fucked up about mag 31. Jon reads a statement about some hunt avatar werewolf in america tracking people for Fun and then letting one of them leave alive and just goes well thats not my problem and then straight up goes to the same general area in america and guess what happens. guess what happens to him. guess.