I would like to theorize that “being super gullible about
human remains” is healthy developmental stage because even in the pre-social
media era I remember every goddamn time some punk kid would, like, be cleaning out
underneath their porch, find a long-dead possum/cat/raccoon and then they,
along with the entire house full of punk kids would be insisting to all and
sundry that they had found a satanic infanticide ring operating inside their
pre-war bungalow.I knew a group of kids who were obsessed with the supposed
fetus bones they found in the walls and only stopped after my housemate at the
time would drunkenly mock them for not knowing what dead mice look like.#me: *handing tumblr peeled grapes* these are the witch’s eyes #tumblr: 😱😱😱#me: *handing tumblr cold spaghetti* and this is the witch’s brain #tumblr: HOLY SHIT