*fantasizes about living alone, healthy, bills payed, with a nice fenced in backyard for my dogs to play*
Imagine Person A waking up from a terrible nightmare, completely terrified and shaking. Person B assures them it was only a dream before pulling A into their arms, lulling them to sleep.
Moments later, A’s alarm clock goes off, waking them up. That’s when A remembers: Person B died years ago.
I REFUSE TO ACKNOWLEDGE THE EXISTENCE OF THOSE LAST TWO SENTENCES.
I LIKE IT
I WOULD BUY LIKE A THOUSAND TICKETS FOR THIS
The funniest thing about this is only one of the actors gets drunk and its a different person each night so it isn’t just everyone struggling its everyone else doing their shit and one person fucking it all up it’s BRILLIANT.
I can’t decide which I want more: to be at this or to be in this.
Quit smiling, you’re supposed to be a professional!
a new zine called shitty horoscopes that i’ll be premiering this year at the Toronto Queer Zine Fair, among other things! hopefully i’ll make volumes available for online purchase soon. credit where credit is due: this was inspired by the huge number of made-up horoscopes floating around tumblr lately, and angry-poems.
yup, the Libra one is pretty accurate