an ongoing crisis

therapist: how are you? me: fine how are you

me rollerblading into my therapist’s office this week with sunglasses and a piña colada: maurice, you’re not gonna fucking believe this,

me this week, but virtually and while snacking

REBLOG RARE POSITIVE GORDON

southern food is so weird because it’s extremely bad for you and also doesn’t taste very good

oh to be a chunky orange farm cat 

oh i love bathtub

Wasn’t iCarly that guy with the wax wings that flew into the sun and fucking got rest because same

I just realized my phone corrected Icarus to iCarly because I type iCarly more than Icarus okay thanks

I thought this was just a god tier shitpost

my boy ratatouille livin the good life im happy for him

I’m straight up CRYING

it fucken WIMDY

ever since i first saw this post, “it fucken WIMDY” is easily one of the top ten most commonly used phrases in my household.

My job is done.

My dreams are attainable and I will reach them. My dreams are attainable and I will reach them. My dreams are attainable and I will reach them. My dreams are attainable and I will reach them. My dreams are attainable and I will reach them. My dreams are attainable and I will reach them. My dreams are attainable and I will reach them. My dreams are attainable and I will reach them.

Thank you.