Don’t shoot the moon. We’re loony for the luna.
Fuck it I’ll draw tomorrow. Tonight is for snuggling stuffed animals and wallowing in self hate
No! No self-hate! None of this! You need CAKE AND REASSURANCE THAT TOMORROW WILL BE SOFT AND COLORFUL AS A RAINBOW! And so have this adorable and please yes not be wallowy.
You know, Guardians of the Galaxy was not the first film I’ve watched in which Vin Diesel voiced a character that barely spoke and yet destroyed me with a single line of dialogue
need I remind you
HOW DARE YOU
When I was a kid I thought your 20s were supposed to be fun, not filled with perpetual anxiety about financial stability and constantly feeling like an unaccomplished piece of shit.
That’s because it was fun for baby boomers and they basically gave us this impression it would always be like that, but then they ruined the economy.
I wish I was at the point in my life where I was in a proper position to own and accommodate a pet cat. I can’t wait to graduate and start life so I can start being a single cat person. Because any insinuation that I’ll be a crazy cat lady is entirely outlandish. I mean really, I can only afford to have one.
Right? Right. Just one.