Morticia Morgendorffer

04.01.2020 16.57 hours Tish was home. She sat in her room – pastel-colored walls and purple gradient curtains – her favorite. It’s about 12 degrees Celcius outside and she felt the same inside – cold and unconcerned. It’s been six days since she’d been enjoying homemade food, zero responsibilities, zero accountability, the unconditional love of her mom pouring out every day in the form of “ What would you like for dinner, hon?” and the comfort of doing nothing. Her five-year-old Labrador pet sleeps on the foot of her queen size bed which her sister shared with her, quite unwillingly. Her mom tells Tish that he usually sleeps with her brother, but for some reason Jo the dog decided to oblige her with sleeping in her bed. But Tish hates it. Her diary entry reads: “No. Don’t aww him. Don’t you dare make that fucking stupid noise. It’s irritating. Only people who cannot afford the liability of having a pet dog can ogle and drool over something like that. Look at it p...

*Theories about the universe* "My dog wants a bite of my peanut butter  chocolate chip bagel. I know she cannot have this,  because chocolate makes dogs very sick. Madigan does not understand this. She pouts and wraps herself around my leg like a scarf, trying to convince me to give her just a tiny bit. When I do not give in, she eventually gives up and lays in the corner under the piano, drooping and sad. I hope the universe has my best interest in mind like I have my dog's. When I want something with my whole being, and the universe withholds it from me, I hope the universe thinks to herself, Silly girl. She thinks this is what she wants, but she does not understand how it will hurt . " - Blythe Baird December 26, 2019 Years ago, my mom saw this trashy never-to-be-seen-on-box-office movie titled 'Eight; The Power of Shani' (Eight: The Power of Saturn) which was kinda based on the conspiracy theory that a lot of significant events that happ...

Freddie Mercury's voice: Eyyyyyyy-O I was gonna pull an Adam Sandler and start with a "whazzzzzaaaa"  because that's how excited I am for the new year (I'm lying, of course) but I realized just because I'm demented doesn't mean I gotta sound demented too. REFERENCE - because I can't let go of the dying law student inside me: 'whazzzzzzaaa' is from the movie That's My Boy which features a High School teacher being impregnated by a teenage student and is from back when our favorite family man Milo Ventimiglia ( Jack Pearson from This Is Us) used to fuck his sister . Yeah, gonna cut down on the bullshit and tell you like it is - the past couple days were super hard on me. No, I didn't starve or die or anything. Just the usual dysfunctional family bullcrap raining down my fantasy world. Depression is like listening to a Lana Del Rey song - you have no fucking idea what's it about, but its disturbing and calming at the same time,...

To date, it's been 1 year, 6 months and 5 days since I was in a relationship. Or I had someone I could turn to for good sex, cuddles and every sort of emotional need. He was good that way, my ex-boyfriend. No matter how fucked up and hormonally imbalanced he'd be, he'd counsel me, suck up to my tantrums and did everything he could. He did pretty well, considering he hadn't been in a relationship before. And then it all fell apart. Again . It's not that I've not been out on dates since then. I have, on several occasions. But there was never someone I could see myself being with. All of them were either too stupid, too smart, or just plain weird. And not the good kind of weird, the 'let's hang out at my place and Netflix something' weird. I mean, I'm always down for fun, but not that kinda fun when I don't even know your surname yet. I mean, keep it in your pants, Rajesh. But that's the tragedy. Boys in college are just boys. A...

Hello, my beautiful, brave, anonymous audience. How are you guys holding up today? Better than yesterday, I hope. That's the dream anyway, amirite? I'd like to thank everyone who took the pain of browsing through a words-only blog with no pictures and no glamor. Or everyone who was pushed by me to check this site out (consider yourself lucky). Or everyone who was redirected here via my Instagram hoping you'd find something worthwhile. Thank you all. If you're still here and wondering who Morticia Morgendorffer is, I'd like to take this post and introduce you to her. Morticia appears and tells Srishti to fuck off. Like my skinny alter ego already told you, helloo, mon cher . This is Morticia. I am the beauty behind this baby. I was named after the famous gothic Mrs. Morticia Addams of the Addams family, for the reason that I am pretty dark-souled and love watching horror and gore more than anything else. Especially slasher flicks, savoring the scenes wit...

03/08/2019 I woke up with a jolt, dazed and disoriented. Like, you know, that state of mind between sleep and wakefulness when you're still delusional and not in a condition to process things? I rubbed my eyes, made a big-ass yawn, and looked outside of my window. The view was majestic. The azure sky was tinted tangerine, and as I glanced up, I saw a caravan of pigeons serenading across the horizon. Whoa. Hold up. Is that a sunrise or a sunset? What time is it? And even as the curiosity engulfed me, I decided to not look at the time, but enjoy the view instead. All through our lives, we move. We meet new people, stay in touch with the old ones; sometimes lose contact with them, sometimes not. Some come to stay, some to leave; some make shit easier, and some make it really, really hard. With some, you have to say goodbyes, and with some, they just happen, even though you don't see them coming. With some, we're fortunate enough to be able to wish them well; with som...

Entangled and entwined fates and hands yours with mine and even though nothing appeared ordinary somehow it made perfect sense I was at the shore sojourning and contemplating on a cold night when out of nowhere I saw something a spark at first, then a short glimmer which then turned to a miniature flame And slowly, the light took a shape -  yours. And my heart - the cold little bastard which never bothered to look up to anything, looked at you and smiled. I never intended to adore you,  Never wanted to give in to you but that little asshole of my heart started to warm up to  your light . I never wanted to look at you the way I do, never wanted to kiss you the way I do. But it all changed as my hands clasped into yours and then pulled me in your warm embrace as I put my arms around your neck and danced with my feet on yours and my nose against yours and my heart, my heart close to yours the mole hiding ...