𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ 𝓛𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝓗𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦.

⠀ 𝘕𝘖𝘙𝘈 𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘛𝘎𝘖𝘔𝘌𝘙𝘠. 1926. ❝ 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰. ❞ —ᝰ 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘵. ✍︎ ⤷ 𝗮𝗵𝘀 𝗿𝗽. 𝗺𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲. 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀. ⠀

finally , somebody with some sense. just because i'm dead , doesn't mean i'm going to stoop to having chipped nails.

yes , i've come to realise standards have dropped considerably since then. i suppose , though it pains me , i can offer him a modicum of grace. blinded ambition soiled a good man — but i'd kill him again if given the opportunity.

how nice it is to come across some genuine kindness. i won't forget this. and who knows — perhaps if you do a good enough job , i'll let you clean the china too.

my mother always said ' girls find good matches when they conceal their imperfections and apply their lipstick properly '. not that my match ever made any effort to conceal his. inept , i believe , would be the correct term.

would you? it'd be most appreciated. just be sure you use the correct polish — i won't tolerate any blemishes. my husband could never understand.

they're not cheap , are they? and i'll be needing an opera-length holder , at the very least. i won't have the smell lingering on my hands.

a weakling of a husband has ruined my reputation in life and death enough. my mother'd drag me down to the fiery depths of hell herself faster than you can say ' bugle beads '.

not polish the — what? and die twice over from the tetanus of eating off an unpolished spoon? i don't think.

ᝰ just finished my yearly rewatch of asylum and it's got me even more offended over 13 - this show used to be ART. ✍︎

and if i start smoking , what then? a matching set of destroyed lungs to go with all those destroyed hopes. charles , count your ghostly days , giving me a monstrous child and an equally monstrous smokers cough.

it's the least i could do. though 'tragic' sounds about right. in another life it could've been my married name — god know's my current one hasn't done me any good.

too kind , love. y'know with hair like that , you could be a montgomery.

only if you bring that foundation down to your neck.

the silver drawer beckons . . . perhaps it's not too late to get some extra staff in.

in this day and age , one can never be fully sure that they aren't the spawn of satan himself . . . or so it seems.