I think as you grow older
your Christmas list gets
smaller and the things you
really want for the
holidays can’t be bought.
You’d be surprised
at what a gallon of blood
and a plain white candle
from Pier 1
can do, though.
(I’m not the only one who goes to home improvement stores and imagines that all those suburban housewives are buying fancy candles for secret black magic rituals behind those perfectly-appointed doors next to immaculately-mowed lawns, right?)
You are not
stuck where
you are unless
you decide
to be…
or there’s a
mime in your way.
That shit’s
whack.
Close some doors.
Not because of pride, incapacity
or arrogance, but
simply because
a mathematician
is outside.”
Close some doors.
Not because of pride, incapacity
or arrogance, but
simply because
nightmare things with
teeth and knives are
clawing their way in.”
-Ash
Teenager Quiz
Finish this sentence: Dirty socks… (choose all that apply)
(Written by Weasel #1. I’m so proud!)
I am the one hiding under your bed
teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red.
I am your math teacher (sweet dreams.)
In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved,
how gently you lived, and how much glitter you wore.
Dammit! Where's My Chocolate? 