halloween pumps

  • Me: It is fall now.
  • My brain: It's September 2nd, so technically the fall equinox isn't for another-
  • Me: THIS ๐Ÿ‘ปโ˜•๏ธ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ‘ป๐Ÿ•ท๐Ÿ•ธ๐ŸŽƒ IS โœ”๏ธ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐ŸŽƒ๐Ÿ‘ปโ˜•๏ธโœ”HALLOWEEN ๏ธ๐Ÿ•ธ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ‚ HTIS โ˜•๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ป๐ŸŒฌ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ•ท iS ๐ŸŽƒ๐ŸŽƒโ˜•๏ธโœ”๏ธโœ”๏ธโ˜•๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ป HaLLOWEEN ๐Ÿ•ธ๐ŸŒฌ๐Ÿ•ท๐ŸŽƒโœ”๏ธโœ” halloween ๐Ÿ‘ปโ˜• ๏ธ๐Ÿ•ธโœ”๐Ÿ•ธ๐Ÿ•ท๐ŸŽƒโ˜•๏ธ๐Ÿ‚ HaLLoWeeN ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ•ท๐ŸŒฌ๐Ÿ‘ป๐Ÿ•ทโ˜•๏ธ๐Ÿ•ธ๐Ÿ‘Œโœ”๏ธ๐ŸŽƒ๐Ÿ•ธ HALLOWEEN โœ”๏ธ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ•ทโ˜•๏ธโœจ
  • lance: keith, i need to talk to you about something...
  • keith: yea? what's up?
  • lance: ok so i was thinking... what if for the rest of september, all of october, and maybe the rest of our lives as the paladins of voltron, we make it so that the lions blast the ghostbuster theme song whenever we form voltron and stuff???
  • keith:
  • lance:
  • keith:
  • lance:
  • keith:
  • lance: i know its a pretty silly idea, i just thought i'd ask anyway since ur the leader now but i mean its ok if you say no,, like, its no big deal or whatev- oh my god keith what are you doing
  • keith, on one knee: fucking marry me
more suburban gothic

shadows circling the parking lot, every neon light spread jam-on-toast, chlorine-in-pool wide, brutal tire marks bruising the concrete, goodbye kisses from careless teenagers driving off in search of bigger skies, pocket lint & gummy bears, the flicker-flare of a truck U-turning off the middle of the grimacing country road before shrugging back into the balmy dark. 

cookies baking in the oven, the latest news story reports a mysterious death and four missing bodies, the tea kettle hisses like a hungry backalley animal, the chandelier swings on its own, the lights stutter & die out, your mother emerges from the kitchen with a knife and a cherry-fleshed smile, except she is not your mother. 

some nights are the beginnings of a horror movie, all the stereotypes that never go out of style, the wispy wings of cigarette smoke butterflies fluttering out of lipstick bright mouths, cold eyes in the limelight, a face in the mirror that is not your own, lovers interrupted by screams ricocheting off the walls like flower vases smashed, blood splatters in strange places. 

gutter-hearts in the grocery store, shopping for ice cream in the middle of the night, a song with a tune that is familiar to you but one that you’re sure you’ve never heard before plays soft as soda pop in the background, the gaunt clerk’s eyes seem to glow red whenever you look at him from the corner of your eye, you try not to look at him again. 

a bouquet of alienated balloons in the sky, circling the moon like something out of the most dreadful fairytale you know, the forest gnarled as a dead body against the bony moon and the monster movie sky, all shredded clouds and playground empties. 

your heart a slug crawling out of your mouth as a ghost hand reaches for you from somewhere behind you. the shriveled gaze of black-eyed children pressing their lifeless hands against your car windows begging for you to let them come home, a gun in the car compartment, jesus on the dashboard, mascara massacred cheeks, coming off your mountaintop highs and plummeting endlessly through stars that only pretend to catch your fall.

Wendigo Negan

His love for Lucille is what drove him down this hellish path and ultimately his demise. 

( wished I had more time to work on this but I have homework to finish.)

My entry for Monster Mash 2017

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