I tried listening to my heart but I can’t keep up with the palpitations

This here’s a cashmere household

What are you wearing to the Bluesky Ball?

subtle scents that remind you of past dreams…

Pretty sure Doritos are made from the bones of unbelievers

They sure were some fine young cannibals.

Great guy. I think I still owe him something tho…

If I ever have a child I hope it births itself by bursting out of my chest

Detective in the Arctic: Okay bud, where were you on the night of December to March?

This meeting could’ve been a séance