it does not say that - they met at her grave often, and they had sex in the graveyard, but having sex on her mothers grave is your own insertion.
What a read though! I just thought she was an aristocrats daughter who wrote some saucy literature. I did not expect her life to be a literal story in itself!
Would have loved to meet her
*takes a long drag*
when they start leaving little presents on your doorstep, that’s how you know
Dad, were you flying home drunk again?
*takes a swig* Fucken’ Huumans!
I do it from behind against the wall
I like how that bottle is so easy to tip over and is right by her knee just waiting for an involuntary movement as she shifts from one uncomfortable position to the next
Do people paint lying down?
Elixir of Darkening
The Dwarf in the Flask
Lunar Babies
La Uva Nocta
Oo-ooh I use Linux just for kicks, now
I’ve been using it since 1996, now
Might be larger now, but I use it still
Fucking hell America, you never stood a chance did you?
I like the implication back then of the seated girl smiling at her, with the advertisers thinking “yes! let’s try and appeal to young women so that might join”… but with today’s sensibilities hinting that she might just want to join the mile high club.
Also the only other person you can see is a grumpy old man, so not sure what the messaging is
Tja
they’re darts… for your lawn…
I was thinking the same. I wonder if anyone could actually portray it properly