It's awful out here, Socrates

id like you to remember this is primarily a cat blog. anything else is just extra

I’m 400 years old and still on tumblr

does anyone want to see a really good picture of my kitty cat

not a cat, first off

snale

mostly i do god knows what

after a couple hours chopping dried sea urchins into tiny pieces with a razor blade you start referring to the razor blade as yourself in your thoughts. a little while afterwards you'll inevitably think something along the lines of "i'm getting a bit dull, i'm going to have to throw myself out & get myself a new self" at which point your internal monologue has pretty much returned to baseline

christmas sucks again at my dumb fucking family's house