Years ago today, Cosmo had an idea. 

Honestly I’m not gonna survive the apocalypse. Y'all go on gathering berries and drinking cockroach milk (apparently) and forming barter economies and I’m gonna stay in my house until the last of my seltzer runs out and then I’m gonna put on an all cashmere outfit and lay down and die. Have fun fending off the coyotes and doomsday cults and living on expired canned goods in a world with no more Netflix. Pass.

I have stretch marks.

Reblog if you do too. Just to prove that it is more normal than what people actually think.

Pretty much lol

reblog if you would let them keep their apartment, ignore if you would open your window and destroy the fruits of their labor

I LOVE THEM

my kink is deleting self promos off posts before i reblog them

“alcohol isn’t supposed to taste good” buddy watch me drink the fruitiest/sweetest shit i can find & enjoy it b/c i don’t hate myself enough to even begin to consider drinking like. beer

It took me a long, long time to figure out I could drink things that tasted good, rather than what I thought I was “supposed” to drink.

Savage