Heart Shaped

Enter my mostly black demon who likes to jump out of dark spaces at me.

Movement out of the corner of your eye? Cat.

Objects moved? Cat.

Inexplicable smells? Cat.

Corpses (small)? Cat.

go away? Nah. They just make

you stop being scared.

OMG!!!!

Wait they're all so cute and pretty!! That apple is perfectly apple coloured what the heck....

I especially love the different colours of the flower, so lovely! I like that there's a little fruit courner hehe, the blueberries are so circle.... how...

And there's a surfboard!! I've almost never even seen a surfboard irl lol, do you own one?

I'm talking about something that explores the horrors of our current housing market realities where everything is fucking beige or gray. Where it's nearly impossible to find fixer uppers as a first time home buyer because people have made a job out of buying the most affordable houses in any given market and then gutting them and whitewashing them with the cheapest materials possible only to mark them up and sell them back to people who actually want to live there and might have liked or wanted a place with some character or that they could have fixed up to their tastes but now can't because the shitheads ahead of them raised the price.

There are so many ways to do this that aren't fucking Beetlejuice. (Which is a great movie! But it's not what I'm talking about!)

Personally, I'd love for it to be filmed like an HGTV show. For it to be like a standard haunted house movie, in that it's from the point of view of the people buying the house. Unlike Beetlejuice, which is from the pov of the ghosts predominantly.

Maybe there aren't even any actual ghosts. Maybe it's the house itself that's seeking revenge on these people.

Maybe it's like these awesome tags from @queen-mabs-revenge: #oh this feels very 'capitalism: a horror story' coded#the dead labor of centuries of workers screaming out from the bones of the house#the physical stress injuries and damage that the workers who created the parts of the house and who labored to build it underwent#manifesting physically in the flippers as they demolish and destroy those parts of the house in kind#like a few fingers start to lacerate and separate from their hands#bc a nameless worker caught their fingers in an unguarded blade on the production line#the horrors of industrial capitalism factory production ripping through their bodies as they rip down that crown moulding#oh gothic marxism we're really in it now

(texting my dick guy) we gotta have sex rn i just blogged

Right as I wake up there’s a nurse there who hustles over and says he’s glad he saw me wake up and tells me he’s giving me some pain meds and then he gives me IV Fentanyl and so I go from like “Ow ow ow ow awake awake awake” to “ooooooh fuck I’m floating on clouds made of rainbows” in like 6 seconds and so I was pretty out of it. The hospital had all the recently-post op patients all in one big-ass room, and they see patients for ALL sorts of surgeries, so I was next to an old guy who got his knee replaced on one side and some young 30-something dude with some kind of mechanism on his leg. So I asked him what happened since I was high as fuck and feeling kind as a result, and he said he broke his leg hiking off-trail when his leg went down a literal rabbit hole and snapped his shinbone. I say something like “damn dude that blowssssss” while giggling because I’m high as FUCK on actual fentanyl and he’s like “Yeah, for real, I’m feeling great right now though! What about you? What are you in here for?”

And I fully was not thinking like a person, I was thinking like a fentanyl-addled tgirl so I just go “Oh, haha, they cut my dick off!”