Swinging Paris fashions, 1960s.
This nice little plant that’s just been happily sitting there for like six months suddenly extruded these giant sacks that then split open into flowers bigger than my hand and OH GOD WHY IS IT SO HAIRY, WHAT IS IT????
Supposedly they smell like carrion, assuming one knows what carrion smells like in the first place.
OH MY GOD THAT’S WHY MY HOUSE SMELLS LIKE A DOG’S BUTT.
CHOIRE IS REBLOGGING MY SISTER THAT IS TOTALLY WEIRD. I MEAN WEIRD BEYOND HIS DEAD DOG PLANT, NICE KNOWING YOU CHOIRE.
The Tribute in Light.
I don’t want to brag, but these cramps would kill an ordinary mortal.