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Vincent Price (Waldo Trumbull) attempts to poison his senile old father-in-law, Mr. Hinchley (Boris Karloff)

The Comedy of Terrors (1963) dir. Jacques Tourneur

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Vincent Price and Boris Karloff -

The Comedy of Terrors (1963)

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Boris Karloff inadvertently gives poison to Vincent Price. This is my favorite movie of all time!!

VINCENT PRICE and BORIS KARLOFF -

THE COMEDY OF TERRORS (1963)

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𝖄𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝕹𝖔 𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖙𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖄𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝕴'𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝕴 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚, *𝖇𝖗𝖔 𝕷𝖎𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖎𝖉 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊'𝖘 𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖒 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝕴'𝖒 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖘 𝖜𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖞 𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖇𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝕴 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖒𝖊 𝕴 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝕷𝖎𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊'𝖘 𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖒 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝕴'𝖒 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝕴'𝖒 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚

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Today was one of the hardest days of my life thus far, and the deed is done. I said goodbye to Alex, but all day long, I kept repeating to myself that I wanted to die, that it should be me instead of him.

Seeing the pictures of him as a little boy, and then the young man he has become, honestly makes me want to join him. I've never felt so despondent before in my life. He was lying there in his casket, pumped full of embalming fluids, and it looked like he was just sleeping.

I wanted to smack him awake and tell him to wake up, but of course, he couldn't. And not to mention, his dad, my ex-stepfather, was there, and all of a sudden, I found myself fucking screaming on the inside. That man put on his "father of the year" act, and I couldn't be more disgusted. And before he could ambush me from the side to hug me and lock me in, I did it of my own volition to get it out of the way. I do not fear any mortal man, none but him. He put me and my family through hell for ten years, and now he puts on this grieving, sympathetic father act, and I can't wait any longer for him to die.

He is an abuser of human beings and animals alike, and he is the very definition of a sociopath. I wanted to claw myself alive, sitting at the back of the room, because I was so distressed. Granted, I had my boyfriend with me at my hip all day; he held my hand and kissed my arm and my shoulder in an attempt to calm me. I was there with my grandfather, our youngest brother, the rest of my so-called family, and luckily, my childhood friend was there, too.

But I am forever angry. I am angry and enraged that my brother died. His birthday is the 21st, and he is going to be 24. He died at 23— that is too goddamn young. Still, the picture I posted here before is getting burned with him. My note will go with him, and aside from you wonderful people on here, no one exclusively knows what I wrote to him. I have had a migraine from crying so much today. I never expected to outlive one of my baby brothers. I've lost him, our niece Oaklynn, another baby that would've been born after her, our grandmother, and my own baby that I miscarried at three and a half months; the man I love died twenty-eight years before I was born, so he is a great loss to me, too.

When I wrote on the back of the picture to Alex that I'll try not to follow him, I meant it. I can't guarantee anything, but I'll try for him. It's just... I'm hurt, I'm angry, and I'm baying for blood now. There are so many other cruel bastards that Death can take, i.e., my ex-stepfather, but God, if He's listening, is a right playful fucker. I'm going to try to do everything I can to honor my baby brother. He deserves that much.

And Alex, I want you to know that I love you more than life. You weren't just my baby brother, you were my best friend. Please raise some hell up in the clouds. If your confirmation verses and the arms of God comfort you, then be at peace.

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im a simple girl i want cigarettes and to bleed for someones pleasure

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bitches love my vacant eyes and barely audible constant sobbing

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I answer the door covered in blood and bruises and bite marks and I’m like “you should see the other guy” and he’s covered in kisses

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Confession time

🌷- you have a super sweet smile

🍄- Let’s hold hands & explore for hours

🌿- you don’t realise how beautiful you are

👋🏻- I wanna be your friend

🎧- you have great taste in music

🍒- you’re such a tease

🌎- why are you so far away?!?!?

🌶- I find you verrrry sexy

🌻- I could talk to you for hours

💐- you’re a total cutie

🍂- I wanna lay in bed and cuddle you

✌🏻- Netflix n chill?

🌸- I think about you a fair bit

🌞- I wanna make out with you

🌚- I’d totally fuck you

💫- I wanna talk to you but i’m too shy

🌈- we have lots in common

☂️-we have nothing in common

💥- you’re really damn annoying

🌧- I find your blog boring

🥀- you’re dead to me

👻- I wish I never met you

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i need to kill her in the most romantic way and then fuck her dead body better than i ever have while she was alive just to prove to her that shes better dead

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I was dreaming about being your sacrificial lamb

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hey google, show me sadistic older men who want to torture me and get hard when i sob near me

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would you fuck me on my autopsy table or do you hate me

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if god adores you, why hasn't he freed you from the enemy's sick rut?

if god hears your pleas for mercy, why do your overstimulated sobs breach the heavens — unanswered? if god is your savior, why do you cling to me desperately, like a lost lamb finding its shepherd? i. am. god.

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oh, to wind a doe-eyed angel's rosary around their quivering throat as i claim them upon the altar—offering their body and soul as tribute to their new god (me).

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fallen angel worshipping your body for the first time. eyes widening in adoration, as though seeking salvation in your flesh alone. his fingertips ghost over your soft skin, lips murmuring praises against your bare neck- warm and desperate-before he takes you raw.

"you're so divine," he groans in your ear, his large wings shudder, feathers rustling as he thrusts deeper into you-eager for more. his faintest whispers send shivers down your spine. "forgive me, love.. heaven was wrong. you were made for me. only me. understand?"

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This photo of us was taken October 6th, 2001. Alex wasn't quite two months yet, but this is the photo I'm putting in his casket. He's not home yet, but I'm dreading that day. If I don't throw myself into the ground after they've lowered him down, I will truly die of shock. I've written a note on the back of the photo, and it reads thusly:

"Alex, this is Mick writing to you for the last time. I want you to know that I wish it had been me instead of you. I'm the big sister— I'm supposed to go first. Breathing without you around will be hard. I'll try not to follow you, but at least this way, I'll be with you in the dark, and you'll never be alone. 🤍 Mick."

I never thought I'd experience this. I never thought my brother would go before me. Now I've outlived him, our niece, and one that would've been another niece or a nephew. I'm tired of outliving those I love. It truly causes my poet's heart pain, and I feel that with my artwork now, I'm going to slip into my own blue period.

I don't have anything that even remotely resembles a smile anymore. All I can do is smirk in half-hearted laughter and go back to being stoic. A part of me is dead now. Another part of me died decades ago. I know my soul is timeless, and it's telling me to stay even though my mind is telling me otherwise. I want to die, but really, I'm already dead.