scooped up the cobwebs of my account; cleaned and purged adequately. going back to the isolation of my coffin but at least it's prepared for when i crawl out of it. inevitably.
thinking about the chocolate–bug box from coraline. my culinary experience is abysmal, but.. i might give it a go.
here, my beloved. a bug. 𓆨
evil mom girlfriend (me) who plans your day, dresses you, tells you what to eat and what to think. where to go, how to do things, dumbs you down into nothing. : )
victim, but willing (or unwilling.. i'm not picky).
























