Worship the unholy. Let me know what you think. Could be a new Hoodbats design.
Speaking of having a lot of feelings… Mark, this is GOLD!
Carry this burden now until the moment of your last breath.
Old Mary, full of grease,
Your heart stops within you.
Scary are the fruits of your tomb,
and harsh are the terms of your sentence.
So, it looks like everything else in my wardrobe is now unwearable and unimportant. That’s a normal reaction, right?
Truthfully, a girl can only resist making an “I’m batty for Hood Bats” pun for so long. I’m sorry to everyone who expected a higher standard of comedy here (no one), but I am blinded by how hard I love this stuff.
What a Mary…
“What would they have called me if they thought I looked like a slut?”
“Well, they might have added a Magdalene to it.”
Really weird mood tonight. I hope I have an eventful dream.
LOOK AT MY INTERNET CLOUT! No, really though, isn’t it the best? It’s like he took all of my interests and then put them in one convenient place where everything is spooky and dreamy and perfect and I never ever want to leave. Get out of my room, mom. No, I don’t want to go outside and you can’t make me. You’re the worst, it’s like you don’t even UNDERSTAND.
Tumblr buds, are you all following (or Facebook appreciating) this fine gentleman yet? He’s way cool/a totally nice human who makes some pretty rad stuff. I mean, at this point you’re really just depriving yourselves of creepy awesomeness mixed with some delightfully dreamy tunes, and no one wants that.
Everything on my dash is so beautifully weird and perfectly creepy lately. You are all magnificent people.