You push the door open to find a cobweb-ridden, dust blanketed room. Ornate frames filled with bugs & incisors gleam in the low lighting. The familiar smell of blood and formaldehyde hangs in the air. The light from the open door shines on a occupied rocking chair in the corner. Scalloped boots and striped tights lead your eyes to the pinstriped skirt, where blood pools from a missing hand...

WELCOME~

This is my little corner of the internet, and is alike to a digital scrapbook! I hope you enjoy your stay <3 I have brain soup for any visitors~

UPDATES

Every once in a while I will revamp everything on this damn site. I've done this like thrice since this sites conception.