Lauryn Ipsumさんのイラストまとめ

These “vinegar valentines” enjoyed popularity from the 1840’s through to the 1940’s (I’m not making this part up)

“I hate the sound of your voice/you talk too much” was a popular theme, bound to woo even the most stubborn mate.

As I mentioned, cards of the era could be… weird. A different kind of weird though. I thought I’d start with our normal weird before diving into the darkness.

Nothing says “I love you”, quite like “you’re ugly and I hate you”

Cupids of the time we’re known for having poor boundaries (to put it lightly). It wasn’t uncommon for them to break into the homes of their targets, or match make by force.

It was… a problem.

On the 14th of every year, a young blond boy was said to appear, the odd thing being that this was reported in towns world wide.

Rumor had it, those who had the misfortune of staring into their soulless eyes, never uttered another word again.

Alright my darlings, it’s time.
Time for this next installment of Unhinged Victorian Greeting Cards: VALENTINE’S DAY EDITION. ❤️

Let’s start with some tamer ones.

Previously featured fish and leek
Cannibal cottage
LOBSTER
Sentient boots (ft. straw and coins)

Valentine’s Day is coming up. You know what that means: a new batch of unhinged Victorian greeting cards, ROMANCE EDITION.

Please enjoy this sneak peek.

There is nothing more pure than the love between a fish and a giant green onion.

Who has two thumbs and is a total idiot who insanely overdid it going on a walk today? Guess what idiot also forgot they have physical therapy tomorrow and can’t take a rest day? 😫

How did my brief walk turn into just over 4.5 miles?! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN.

Thursday fun fact: mandrakes have terrible tempers and are known for being sore losers, especially when gambling.

Never invite a mandrake to your weekly game night.

@DanaSchwartzzz Happy happy happy birthday Dana!!!!!! (Pretend this gif says Dana and not Shane. Or pretend your name is Shane momentarily, whichever works)

Happy New Years everyone.

May the next year be filled with slightly less chaos than six people going down a hill on one set of skies while drinking alcohol and waving sausage and pretzels in the air.

Given the past year, it’s a high bar, I know.