These wildflowers are as dead, white, and spindly as pumpkin king Jack Skellington himself. Even if you’re trying to change your ways, you can still honor the character that catalyzed your attraction to ghoulish, lanky soft boys with this lovely arrangement. At least Jack Skellington found his way to you before Edward Scissorhands or Corpse Bride and you managed to avoid your sexuality being formed around Johnny Depp — close call. Anyway, hang these over the bed where you listen to indie singer-songwriters and cry.