actually, only, incredible.
Morrissey, ‘first of the gang to die’ (you are the quarry)
so so right. all the happies, and the melancholy. like, tonight, when our little goblin buddy died and it was totally our fault and we all got really down. mad wake.
TICKETS TO MORRISSEY
SILLY FOX MORRISSEY-THEMED WRISTWEAR GIVEAWAY!
after the unexpected popularity of my Unhappy Birthday party passé parcel, I’ve spent the evening making NEW awkardly-Morrisey-themed smutbeads. and I’m sharing them with YOU.
to claim one of your very own … ASK ME, I WON’T SAY NO. HOW COULD I?
bracelets are limited, and come in five different phrases (as pictured): ‘VULGAR’, ‘STILL ILL’, ‘ASK ME’, ‘LET ME’ and, ‘QUARRY’. each posts with a ABSOLUTELY SPECIAL card upon which a floating paper Morrissey head announces the word, in CAPITAL LETTERS! (askbox or email. make sure to provide a postal address or an exchange location in my area. and a sneaky reblog never hurts.)
ON YOU,
I LOVE YOU.
I IS THE QUARRY
survived. alive. only one bad impression//poorly-averted panic attack. wew, wew. super lucky to have the amazing friends that I do.
actually, surprisingly, no leftover Morrissey-themed wrist wear from the passé parcel. feel I’ll maybe make some more over the next bit, as I’d been planning a giveaway …
ALREADY READY
MOZ MY LIFE JUST NOW
hey, you guys—
Morrissey - it’s not your birthday any more
I’m absolutely no good at birthdays and this song is pretty much the healthiest way I can think of preparing this year. well, this, and the passé parcel.
two more sleeps. not counting disco naps.
