As Susan left her driveway, she had a feeling she was being watched… and she was. The ghost of people who had been apart of Wisteria Lane were gazing upon her as she passed. They watched her as they watch everyone. Always hoping the living could learn to put aside rage and sorrow, bitterness and regret. These ghosts watched, wanting people to remember that even the most desperate life is oh so wonderful.
been sittin on these pics a few days, but basically my mom sent me two fucking awesome shirts, one of which is BLUE AND ORANGE UNICORNS FUCK YES. Also my friggin’ chucks finally showed up. I’ve got a teal set too uwu