Dead Boy Thats Into Bones

I'm deciding to make it a personal tradition to reblog this every Pride Month.

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for real, I have been annotating Harrow the Ninth and on I think two separate occasions I have written “damn I wish I knew what was going on” in the margins. This provides a whimsical reading experience but in all seriousness I really wish I knew what the fuck was going on.

a speeding ambulance, lights flashing, sirens wailing, EMTs urgently ministering to the patient inside. traffic crawls to a halt as motorists pull off into the shoulder to allow their passage. all who hear the sirens remember that they themselves live on the razor's edge, the specter of tragedy always at their back. some shudder in dread, some sigh in gratitude, others offer their thoughts and prayers for those involved. suddenly, the ambulance veers off course, hitting and critically injuring ME. thats right, now it's MY emergency.

"seminal" is a crazy ass word. bro your artwork was so influential and impactful on the culture that it was Cum

The cost of being married to an artist.

Bringing back Elf Practice for y'all

Elf practice!

Y'all better get in here for elf practice