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The "fear of holes" post you made some time time ago, it's called "trypophobia" if you haven't discovered that already. I myself find the images disturbing and they make me itch and uncomfortable but I can't stop looking at them o.O

What is it about them? It's just odd but the again, I'm odd. =3

#artistic #japanese #pokemon #papyruc #drawing #art

Y U No like breasts??

#troll face #breast worms #y u no #meme

did you get my ask about you being fucking weird?

Of course, I answered. Well, I commented. Please refer to my page.

My zombie Pikachu!

#pokemon #pikachu #zombie #halloween #dr #drawing

Post-Mortem Photography

I remember being so very young, around 3 or 4 years old and pulling up to my Nanny and Juna's house who lived across the street from my grandmother, my mother, and I. We were parked in the yard beside my Nanny's magnolia tree. The light in the kitchen was on, they had those old fashioned pull down shades, and I could see the silhouette of my Nanny and soon to be my mother, flailing frantically about. I don't remember anything else about that night. I was told 3 days later before we walked into Peck's funeral that my Juna had died. I remember the immense sense of loss I felt at this news, more so, I remember seeing her lying in the coffin and knowing that I would never see her again. My mother lifted me up so I could see her. I touched her skin, it felt cold and strange. I hugged her the best I could and kissed her cheek. My mother started to pull me away but I didn't want to go. I fought and cried, trying to postpone the inevitable. I still recall all of this vividly, even 20 years later but I still wish I had a photograph of her in her last moments.

I think this sparked my love affair with death and the macabre. I am prone to imagining in depth what it will be to die when my time comes, more often after I became a mother. Mortality sits upon my shoulder and reminds me that this will all be gone sooner than I'd like. I seek out the worst, as if I am readying myself for the impending expiration of my loved ones. I find solace in the cupped hands of a Victorian shell, in the subtle poses that try to imitate the living. This man, woman, or child, I remind myself, was loved dearly. This may have been the only photograph in existence of this person just so their friends and family could look upon it and remember, maybe in sorrow or with memories of past joy but hopefully, always with love.

#post mortem #photography #momento mori

How in the hell did you not realize that the profile name you chose here.... would lead to fapping??! Lol, Hi Cassi! Stalked you all the way here from the great state looking for reading material.... because fapping does require a break every now and then

Allfortehlulz? Oh, Mike, you dirty stalker. I don't write anything worth reading, so I guess all you will be doing is fapping. (even though there shall be no tits posted, either. lmfao) Are you going to use your tumblr to be creative?

"I’ve had this weird fascination with foot binding" and then there was the boob worms... you're f'n weird! lol.

Yeah, I'm pretty strange but I stay entertained inside of my head and I seem to be pretty memorable for people. I've had a lot of teachers from my school days, friends from all the way back to preschool, every NCO with whom I've ever worked and even my DS from BCT come find me. Heck people I've met at the airport look for me on FB. lol. Do my posts disturb you?

Made in the 80's, grew up in the 90's.

We had the best stuff. Like this:

#90's #furby #toys

No problem I love handmade stuff and received letters on handmade stationary or handmade cards are the best way to tell someone that it is important to you :)

I completely agree. I make stickers, too. When I make more, I will post photos here.

I love your stationary! <3

:) Thank you very much! That made my day.