Just a Goblin and her Blog

the only way out is through but fuuuuuuuuuck fuuuuucckkkk cant i like scooch past or something

they say you can't pour from an empty cup but i've been doing it my whole life and aside from all of these mysterious ailments it's working out great for me

doesn't it piss you off that you have to find something to eat every single day. every one of them. just every day. you gotta eat something

making heavy use of a technique i like to call "bothering my cat" which consists largely of bothering my cat

the power of a bowl of rice mixed with some fucking bullshit cannot be overstated

reblog to give warm bread to your mutuals

fruits and veggies should last one million years in my fridge without going bad and they should also be the exact amount of ripe to be delicious forever

i love the point in the hero’s journey where he gets bent over and railed until he cries

I'm not phone addicted. I'm friend addicted. It's not my fault that for some cruel and senseless reason my friends live in my phone

"I'm still kicking" is such a funny way to say "I'm still alive". Like lol. I'm still thrashing. Flailing. Writhing even. The violence remains.