the impossible, obsolete.

i could never have a tail because i would be swangin that shit like crazy. ohhh i love this pottery museum theres so many awesome pots. dont pet my head or ill cause millions in damages

her genuinely repulsive personality and complete lack of remorse have bewitched me

being an adult is just dragging urself kicking and screaming to things that you will enjoy and that will be good for you

clenching my teeth and muttering under my breath "you'll be happy you did it you'll be happy you did it you'll be happy you did it" as I physically force myself out the door to go Do Things

being very firm with myself every time I think about bailing and saying "no. you committed to this. it will improve your quality of life. you will enjoy it. now put on your big boy pants and go."

architecture and buildings are so fucking fascinating to me because there's something unmistakeably almost alive about them. they resemble bodies, especially when they're abandoned and begin to decay, and the layers of material forming them fall apart at varying rates, exposing the 'skeleton' beneath the 'flesh' of brick and mortar or whatever other material they're built from. and like bodies, they sustain ecosystems of smaller things within them. they can get 'sick' with rot and mold and other infestations, and their symptoms reflect diseases we suffer ourselves. they can even take on personalities; interpretations of them made by the people who know and love (or don't) them. it's so interesting how we build things that remind us of ourselves to keep us safe and take care of our needs. it really goes to show that we're social beings that need each other to survive and live well.

your abstract concept fucking bit me

update: i slipped on the tray and hit my head

having cats is just a never-ending Wile E Coyote/Roadrunner situation and you never know which one you are until it’s too late

he's a fucked up, horrible, living nightmare. i desire him carnally

Being on tumblr is like being a raccoon. I dig through the garbage for shiny things I like. Sometimes I find good things to share with my friends. Sometimes I find something horrifying, and also share it with my friends.