sitcom where people gradually get killed off and their spot in the opening title theme is replaced with dead silence
Decided to flip the image.
…BUT I FORGOT ABOUT THE FLIPPED BOOKS HALFWAY. (◞‸◟；)
my tubby birdie husband in a giant smoking sandbox
we’re all better and gayer people than we used to be
current mood: sandstorm played on a tiny trumpet
im reblogging this before you can delete it