this sentence makes me hopping mad. WHAT R U TRYING TO TELL ME
How fleeting are all human passions compared with the massive continuity of celery
My favorite rejected New Yorker submission
Let’s make a haunted house together! Ingredients:
creaky floorboards and squealing hinges
uncomfortable and disquieting wall art
mysterious noises from… somewhere
flesh
dusty old opulent furniture
creepy dolls
memories of what once was and long-suppressed secrets
long shadows cast by insufficient lighting
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reblog to enlist your mutuals in building the House :)
thats you
THEY TRAPPED HER SOUL
saving my favourite twitter thread here just in case