“Take my coat, boys. I see something I’d like to puke on.”
When you’re an infernal demon eternally stoking the fires of the pit, but you also like pretty dresses.
“GOD I CAN’T EVEN LOOK AT YOU RIGHT NOW.”
Girl scout working toward cat badge.
When you got dressed in the dark and left the house in a hurry and later realize you’ve got a hoof on one foot and claws on the other. You’ve also got a dude’s face tucked into your butt.
Me, a Taurus, donning my swishiest velvet robes to steal into my own pantry and eat bread at 3a.m.
Some days you’re a swan-footed, phallus-eared screamer running straight for the kaleidoscopic, chomping maw of death and some days you’re the deranged skellington with a propeller sticking out of one of your butts and viewmaster reels for feet, chasing that other guy.
Cauliflowers but make it fashion.
Witnesses would all agree the chair was a no-good piece of shit and had it coming.
tfw you meet up a with a friend you haven’t seen in awhile and life’s not been good to them and they’re looking pretty rough, so you dim the harsh fluorescent lamps and conjure some warm candlelight because you’re a good friend and hoo boy they’re hard to look at