My favorite aunt and uncle.
A gif of Maurice Moss and a coffee cup to keep you entertained while I’m gone.
Don’t make Bill undo his bow tie.
I love your stranglehold. Fingers so tight like knots coiled around my throat, a well fashioned neck brace of fingers and hands scratching and clawing like starved wolves hungered and ravenous at our door. They’re knocking and knocking against this wooden pane where grains are splinters split…