Hi again.
I’m still in a pretty rough place mourning my Charlie. I go back and forth between numb and weepy, and every time I catch movement out of the corner of … Continue reading
Dance, ballerina! Or whoever, really.
Going to dance performances can be hard for me. I’m not as sad as I used to be that I had to give up dancing, because I’m 37 years old … Continue reading
MOAR SADS.
Again, two levels for this quote. Again, not the dress she actually had on for this song. It’s a companion piece!
OSWINNNNNNNN sob sob sniffle sniffle.
I realize that people are of mixed opinions regarding Clara, and while I lurve her, I accept that. That being said, if you hate Oswin, you’re a monster and probably … Continue reading
In which I give you a case of the Friday sads. Sorry.
I wasn’t going to end the week on a rant, but there’s this incurably smug bitch who shall remain nameless who was talking about mistakes other people have made in … Continue reading
Well, this is just cruel of me.
Is the colour too cheery? I don’t know, it felt right.
Tarot to the EXTREME: Swords 9 & 10.
Dear everyone, Sorry. There was just no way the ten of swords wasn’t going to be a terribly upsetting card. Love, Nara, who had to draw her most fragile alter … Continue reading
Tarot-rot-boom–de-yay! (I’m a terrible human being.) Pentacles four and five!
Look, I’m not saying that Manic Pixie Otter is greedy; I’m just saying that she wants all the things. Also, she likes to gnaw on coins.
Tarot #13, Death. AKA why I’m probably on a watch list somewhere.
Because you can add ‘cat skull’ to my recent search history, along with a bunch of other weird shit, and there are a surprising number of babies/children with ridiculous mustaches … Continue reading
Sometimes I think ‘walking on eggshells’ isn’t clear enough to everybody.
Because if you’ve never lived in a situation where you had to constantly be monitoring another person, making sure you weren’t sitting in the wrong spot, or walking around too … Continue reading
Neurotic Owl 