The mood board of my life. I like cats, science, art, ephemera, classic Hollywood, fashion, mysticism, oddities, and my home of New York City.
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“Each night Father fills me with dreadWhen he sits on the foot of my bed; I’d not mind that he speaks In gibbers and squeaks,But for seventeen years he’s been dead.”
– Edward Gorey (American, 1925–2000)