If I could live in a triplex with one of my siblings and our friend, so each of us knows we have quiet neighbors who don’t use excessive amounts of utilities while still having privacy, that would be absolutely phenomenal.
I don’t NEED a huge place, and a lot of things bigger than an apartment feel wasteful for just 1 or 2 people, but if I’m stuck with shit roomies/neighbors again I WILL begin killing and eating people.
And even that sharp drop doesn’t do more than chip away at the 250% increase in 8 years.
I’m never going to own a home… ;___;
Eh, I think it’s cute. Neither skeleton is gendered with bonetits or pink wraps or a tie and it doesn’t come off as hateful, it’s just observational humor about how different sleeping styles can cause friction.
With attached gift/tea shop. Their biggest draws are the snowglobes that are part hologram: they start off with the ruined version of a famous building and when you shake them it activates the hologram to bring it to (wintery) life.
“We thought there’d be four bedrooms…?” “Oh no, the ‘br’ stands for ‘bear’. Would you like to see the third one?”
Turns out Jesus has come back hundreds of times, so why don’t we ever see him?
One word: Ethel.
Having a ton of crucifixes up on a wall gets a lot funnier if you see them as hunting trophies.
If that ceiling doesn’t open up to a helicopter landing pad what’s even the point.
I think if the house was first then that’d be sad, yes. But if someone bought the lot and managed to get a house in there legally (or just got away with it) then that’s pretty rad. Like a brilliantly yellow dandelion forcing itself through a crack in an otherwise seamless, lifeless and bland sidewalk.
This whole room is just bizarre. The (desk? Vanity? Sink?) right next to the tub with barely room to pull the chair out that will get wet if you exit the wrong direction, a mirror at a height to show you lips and up, oddly sharp looking tub edges, what looks like a cross between an old timey phone and a spigot with too many pipes, a staged bath with only one visible rug, and it’s probably just me but man do I hate frosted glass as privacy for bathrooms.
Naughty toddlers get sent to the Sky Prison.
Great, now not only do I have “slip in the shower and introduce my front teeth to the faucet at mach 3” nightmares, now I gotta have “…and shove foot directly into brazier at the same time” as well?
It’s funnier if, like me, you misinterpret that as a sink and wonder why the fuck someone would put a mini fireplace in a bathroom.
No way? Yahweh.
Or seen The Prince of Egypt. “The Plagues” is one of the best tracks on a hell of a soundtrack.
Yeah you’re probably right, since the door is also bowed.
Considering the post on the right is already bent a bit, I can only imagine how it will react to gallons of water slamming against it.
People lived here fully and loved dearly. It’s sweet.