Halloween is so close that I can smell it. It smells like pumpkin guts and roasted pumpkin seeds. It smells like frozen leaves and snow. Also spray paint.
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(Corpse Bride and Jack I can't claim credit for. They are Caitlin's.)
(Corpse Bride and Jack I can't claim credit for. They are Caitlin's.)
(Jake is my pumpkin. And my man. And he's fictional. I'm pathetic. I know. Sigh.)
posted by erin at 5:21 PM
5 Comments:
LAHUEZAHER.
they look good tho.
Lord bless you dear child! (note: previous is to be said with heavy southern accent.)
okay, so lay off the faulkner and/or gone with the wind marathons.
or do you miss Arkansas that much?
I miss it a little.
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