And So My Lover, Six Feet Under

Aesthetic blog so I stop cluttering my main

[contemptible-scoundrel]

fuuuck I could use a mysterious benefactor right now

[bunnyparts-deactivated20220509]

[hoofpeet]

(In the cuck chair)(starts booing)

[hoofpeet]

(Wife looks over)(I do a roman emperor thumbs down)(she executes the other guy)

[gelstertherealgel]

messy Cass study inspired by Birthright

[nobrashfestivity]

The Color of Pomegranates  1969

[tofupixel]

a lot can change

made in aseprite

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[memories-of-ancients]

Factory engraved London Armoury Kerr percussion revolver, England, manufactured in 1859.

from Rock Island Auctions

[unusual-suspects]

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[trigona-necrophaga]

my devoted but dangerously unstable knight will be hearing about this

[scurviesdisneyblog]

Rapunzel costume designs for Tangled by Claire Keane

[bladeweave]

"they should be in a healthy relationship with good communication" they should be obsessive freaks who stalk each other and have zero boundaries

[requiem-on-water]

Galloping horses in the mist by Sofie

[letterful]

— MARIE HOWE.

[slackeremeritus]

[Image description: A poem titled My Dead Friends, plain black text on white background. It reads as follows.]

I have begun, when I’m weary and can’t decide an answer to a bewildering question

to ask my dead friends for their opinion and the answer is often immediate and clear.

Should I take the job? Move to the city? Should I try to conceive a child in my middle age?

They stand in union shaking their heads and smiling – whatever leads to joy, they always answer,

to more life and less worry. I look into the vase where Billy’s ashes were – it’s green in there, a green vase,

and I ask Billy if I should return the difficult phone call, and he says, yes. Billy’s already gone through the frightening door,

whatever he says I’ll do.

[End image description.]

[imdrinkingmiso]

they hate me because the years of memory loss has purified my mind

[inkpressedpetals]

[antigonick]

“The wolf, I knew, would lead me deep into the woods Away from home, to a dark tangled thorny place Lit by the eyes of owls.”

— Carol Ann Duffy, excerpt of “Little Red Cap”, in The World’s Wife

[mysharona1987]