Old Halloween decorations #3
Old Halloween decorations #1
Well, I’m ready for Halloween…
*writes ‘lavender’ down for later use* Oh man do you have any pics of that? I totally might do that I love me some strawberry shortcake xD
- Tell me would you kill to save for a life?
No, but he’ll do awesome shirtless parkour to save it.
Lets talk about this wonderful product. Now, I’ve had issues with the other colors, the blue and green washed right out. But the pink?
Oh fuck the pink. This shit will stay in, looking like that ^ for a month. An hour of bleach wont even take this tough shit out. You fuck up? Well I hope you wanted pink hands forever, fucker.
I love the Cujo movie right, but I wish there had been a non-stupid way to show the dogs POV.
Because, in the book, you’re seeing what the dog is thinking. And omg the poor thing, every noise is like a knife to the head, and he has no idea why this horrible thing is happening when he’s been such a good dog his whole life.
In the BOOK you’re like, christ just stfu and roast to death stop upsetting this poor animal you heartless humans.
What could go wrong?
WINCHESTER STARTER KIT
I LAUGHED WAY TOO HARD AT THIS
The sun loses its thin grip on the air first, turning it cold, making it remember that winter is coming and winter will be long. Thin clouds form, and the shadows lengthen out. They have no breadth, as summer shadows have; there are no leaves on the trees or fat clouds in the sky to make them thick. They are gaunt, mean shadows that bite the ground like teeth.
As the sun nears the horizon, its benevolent yellow begins to deepen, to become infected, until it glares an angry inflamed orange. It throws a variegated glow over the horizon — a cloud congested caul that is alternately red, orange, vermilion, purple. Sometimes the clouds break apart in great, slow rafts, letting through beams of innocent yellow sunlight that are bitterly nostalgic for the summer that has gone by.
By 7:00 the panoply of colors on the horizon has shrunk to a bitter orange line on the western horizon, as if furnace fires had been banked beyond the edge of the world. In the east the stars are already out. They gleam steadily, like fierce diamonds. There is no mercy in them at this time of year, no comfort for lovers. They gleam in beautiful indifference.
For the small children, bedtime is come. Time for the babies to be packed into their beds and cribs by parents who smile at their cries to be let up a little longer, to leave the light on. They
indulgently open closet doors to show there is nothing in there.
And all around them, the bestiality of the night rises on tenebrous wings.
The vampire’s time has come.
This guy seems like he’d be so difficult to get shit done with.
You garden is quite lovely. It would be a shame if something were to… happen to it…