Imagine the glorious moment when we get to Marathon all the Hobbit movies
and then LOTR right after
My goal is to be as adorable as Carolyn Jones’ Morticia but as fear-inspiring as Anjelica Huston’s Morticia.
So I guess things go back to normal now that dads funeral is over?
My body is still all tense and sore. I feel like being sick from how much my stomach has been in a knot for the past few weeks and from having to deal with extended family bullshit.
Irish funerals are weird. When I die I want a chilean style funeral. And I want my children to carry my coffin regardless of their gender. I literally had to ask if I could help carry the coffin. Also did you know that the bottom of coffins arent’t sanded like the rest of the wood?