i like to pretend i already died and asked god to send me back to earth so i can swim in lakes again and see mountains and get my heart broken and love my friends and cry so hard in the bathroom and go grocery shopping 1,000 more times. and that i promised i would never forget the miracle of being here

I do dream of cats though.

What's your dream cat?

Probably one that likes scratches behind their little ears.

there’s a very specific aesthetic i’m going for on this blog and it’s called cool things i like

there is always some fucking laundry and dust and some other shit

The line delivery, the acting, the fact that I can hear this without sound, the way they’re treating it as though this is a murder trial, and Mr. Electric’s reaction to this are part of what makes this scene hilarious

i may be terminally online but at least i have fun and curate my experience to cater to my interests and don't intentionally seek out things that will make me feel worse and don't take out my personal issues on strangers on the internet

I’m at that very special age when a girl has only one thing on her mind (milfs)